Braving The Storm - Elliott Rose Genre_Poetry The bed was a boat

The bed was a boat

the very stones weep blood and there are sightings of giant wyrms

But Grandfather is no longer around

Erika knows there’s more to her son than meets the eye

Braving The Storm - Elliott Rose Genre_Poetry The bed was a boatIm not supposed to feel this way To my family, Im only useful for one thing: my surname. Im Briar Lane. My fathers chess piece. A pawn to be traded. But all it took was a dirty secret stuffed in a jacket pocket to unravel my world and send me running to the one place I knew they would never find me: Crimson Ridge. I thought Id be starting over alone. I never expected to find my fathers adopted brother, the ex pro bull rider who consumes my space, and