The end is nigh!Ye, the end is in sight.The end is a blight of which forewarns our demise.Our return to the night, the deepest dark in our eyes. Sight slips away as reality rends our brain.The prickling of life shivers across the grey surface.Bridges burning in the frigid slowing undulations.Memories unfriendly as they pass. Teeter…
Month: July 2020
trapezist
It was she, the trapeze artist, that saved my life back then.
Dearest Seren, inspired by Wolforian
Wibbly wobbly timey-wimey…stuff.It goes “ding” when there’s stuff. People bring in their stuff to watch it tumble down trees.It slips through some holes ending up under knees. From there the stuff flings from one end to other.Ends up in your bank from the sweet Seren Mother.
Lettuce Wood, inspired by Menduksai
Lettuce would, if it could.Then the small forgot the leathers.