Thursday, July 07, 2016

Ripples in the Parallels

Ripples in the Parallels by Teri H Hoover-  July 7, 2016



I howl and moan.
At no one in particular.
There is a need to scream and flail, until exhausted.
Then I wander without a map, back into reality.
There is no underdog,
only the dark horse and she slips into the crowd again.
And no one notices. 




Prompt Howl at the Dark Horse Teri H Hoover©