Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of her father
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle
For the thousands of eyes
That look to the sky
Through acid and smoke
And never look back down.
Meet BETWEEN MY BLEEDING LINES’ beta-readers: @jademwong.
A dear friend for over 2 years now, Jade is a writer who can break, melt or enchant your heart all at the same time. Her gift in weaving words (plus yummy food photos and intereting trinkets) are on her amazing gallery (and you got to check her out). 😁
It is my delight to have her as one of the first eyes to read my debut book. Jade suggested major changes on the sequence of the poem and it really made an awesome difference.
So dearie, thank you for your expert eyes and of course, for the super going strong frienship! Much love.