Rain Falls Through the Roof 

*This is the first draft of a story I am working on for my Fiction Writing class at my University. It has been workshopped and I confused almost the whole class with it. I’m hoping to post the revised copy soon. Yet, in the mentime I really want one person to say, “Hey I think…

spilling red waves

Her tears fall down from heaven in streams, my shame eats at my soul. Please, oh please, forgive this daughter of yours, mother, while I try working hard for a new day. Hear my cries and end the streams, of this never-ending sorrow. I promise to wake up soon, one day, never spilling red waves…