Smooth Sands the crumbs of stars erode into smooth sands count the age of time litter suburban streets whip the world around in clouds of burning grey until all that’s left is scattered on or contained under ground “Smooth Sands” by Meaghan Merrifield
Thought Through eyes illuminate below the calculated flicks of elongated lashes bold brows raise sharply in a delicate distraction  as fragile fingers begin to put into play plans half-thought through “Thought Through” by Meaghan Merrifield
Beauty Blooms Bold beauty blooms bold with a sweeping growth so great yet tendrils turn treacherous as the hours become late in an indulgent dance they engulf the heads they once meekly adorned each prickly bite  unable to satiate the aching  hunger of a soul scorned “Beauty Blooms Bold” by Meaghan Merrifield
Drag Slow  opaque eyes come to close as the right sick from the salted flesh of the left retches yearns for rest while days burdened by their broken toes drag slow -Meaghan