Written by: Treasa Jarvis

again and again anxiously awaiting
the truth to tumble toward the toungue.
When we were walking wanting ,wishing waiting
can curostiy cover 
the thing that they 
had horrificaly hid 
to tell the tragic tale that thing they told.
I imagine in investigating into its irrelavence.
stumbling so seriously someway.
that  the time to tell this tragic tale
depends deeply and desperatly 
on our open opinion of