Her aura once reserved now surfaces. Sliding between shadows still in darkness, she found purpose. Ivory petals adorn her crystalline eyes - windows to her world. Laughter, strength and beauty call her home - eliminating doubt from all like tension at a comedy show. Like a daisy she opens only at the … Continue reading Flower of the Night
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
