by Katrina Kaye we are somewhere between the rock and the raindrop Spell ‏‏‎ ‎ Something must have  gone wrong back when I was  forgiving myself ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ shedding my sins  like the “love me not” petals of a daisy ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ there must have been  a syllable to  the spell I left … Continue reading 3 poems