Marshes

I have seen this couple many, many times. I want to call out. Be heard. Be acknowledged. Most of all…loved …touched. I never say a word, only hide. Would they be horrified? Would they accept me for what I am, for what the doctor made me? I am no fire-bringer, no Prometheus. I crave the shadows of daytime. My soul lies in the fallen tree, where I have wept so many, many times.

About Til Turner

Til is a writer, artist, and musician living in the Shenandoah Valley. He is an assistant professor in the Languages and Literature Division at Northern Virginia Community College and is a graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Art with an MFA in Creative Writing. Til has published poems online, has written a teacher's handbook on ESL writing, and has recently completed his second novel for young readers. Please feel free to visit his instructional website at www.EnglishIsKillingMe.com.
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