Goosebumps
written by: Verity Mason
Goosebumps flock my forearms as I sign my own death certificate.
Beads of sweat race, cool down my back; it feels good.
All I’m taking with me is my love of singing the gospel.
Never again will he own me.
One last call.
“Hey, Satnin, it’s me, Aaron.”
“I’m ok.”
JULY 2023 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Her first love is writing and has been honing her craft for many years. With painting her second love, her art is locally recognised for its seascapes. Well travelled, she once took a cruiser out to Alcatraz where she was locked in solitary confinement for an hour. "That hour, felt like days," she recalls with a sense of accomplishment.
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