This week's word is Crush. I am sorry to say that I had to use the past tense. I have been in a poetry mood lately. If I could play guitar I'd probably be sitting in a coffeehouse wearing a jaunty black beret. I am sure that this is all very temporary, but we have to let these things work their course.
What I Once was,
mashed between the
Who I am Nows,but
Crushed underneath
What I Might become.
Good,wicked, silly
Ugly, sad and beautiful
Pulverized into dust,
Strewn about,
Carried off by the wind.
