When We Break

Leave me. Let me go.

Understand these musing aren’t just quips.

I have slipped from time herself;

Hair brushed back, smiling widely, coying lips.

I stand sand-deep in foamy sea,

with space to breathe and time now free,

uninhbited my tensions, unstoppable my needs.

You come to me as if timesless of a dream,

carry me wayward and on, my small soldier

and bring me back my time, thus freed.

–Laura Bernas

Laura is a freelance writer hailing from Buffalo, NY. Having lived in places such as Russia, Africa, and Alaska, she loves truly original short fiction, poetry, and pretty much anything to do with fantasy and adventure in foreign lands. Hoping to one day soon publish her first novel, Laura spends her time not writing making independent films, acting & singing in theater, and enjoying all the delicious restaurants NYC has to offer. You can contact her for any and all of your writing needs at laura.bernas13@gmail.com and on Instagram

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