7/17/12

You Let Me Fall
By Linda M. Crate


I almost believed you when you
said forever except it meant for
never; you let us corrode away
into some distant shore then used
the rocks to cut into me, wielding
a dagger when you should have taken
my hand in yours and whispered me
sweet nothings that could have saved us.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh, but she was raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has recently moved to Fort Fairfield, ME. She attended and graduated from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania with a degree in English-Literature in 2009. She has a passion for writing that she has nurtured since the age of thirteen. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in a variety of magazines the latest of which includes: Nebo: A Literary Journal and Visceral Uterus.