March 28, 2010

S.C. Morgan


I'm on Crackbook
this time searching for you,
elusive as ever.
But I remember those years.
We shared stolen time
in my bed.
Your family waited
and I neglected mine.
In the end,
a total waste of


S.C. Morgan grew up in Oregon, where she learned not everything is black and white. Now she lives in the jungles of Costa Rica where shades of gray cover the full spectrum. She writes because she can't help herself. Sometimes she gets published. You can read more of her work here.

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