The death silence
Is the one thing
You’d remember
If you were there.
But you are not.
Your long hair,
unwashed
And the party
Clothes stored away.
Because nobody
Is left to celebrate
The day evil
Eats the heart.
Wash the Evil from Your Hearts
Hi, I’m Ericka! I’m a thirty-something wife, homeschooling mama, & writer who shares what’s going on in my head & heart as I stumble along, following Jesus.
