Tasha-Rae

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Reflection

Who is this person who stares at me? Deep inside my mirror? Though she seems familiar, I do not know her. I wake up and there she is. She mimicks my moves, as though trying to send a message to tell me who she really is deep inside her soul.

A Misfit

I was born in Birmingham, and weighed 7 pounds and 3 ounces, with peach fuzz as hair. I was supposed to be born on Christmas, but was 3 days late. And for all you math people, I was born on Dec. 28.

Soldier

That was the moment it happened. My throat choked, my lips quivered. I tried to push out a scream, but I merely moaned. My vision blurred and my body went limp, I lay there unable to speak or see.

Ozzy

You tore my heart open And left me to bleed You spat on my heart In the palm of your hands You kicked my limp body Until I cried all my tears I tried to recover and stitch up my soul But no band-aid will help my heart

Eyes

Falling behind and losing myself Hiding behind my bruises The whole world can see me And I don't like it So I hide my pain and greif And I smile despite the weight I am carrying the world on my shoulders

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