The warmth of blood beneath her cold lapel, regressed like the distant rumble of a boxcar. Tempest thundered through cracks in the wall, like the blood of tattered men against the haze of an iron sky. Through the wooden carousel, the howl of sunrise tore at her woven heart as she cried out to him
I saw them first on the old Kingsbridge Road that leads to Huntsmouth manor. An unpaved path pitted with stones and heavily furrowed gulleys from hard rain, the road was ill maintained. It was said among the village people that in the ‘70s secret government experiments went on in the manor, strange studies on the
sunlight in the graveyard carries your left lung away in an orange watering can sandals crunching on the gravel you never wanted to see another beautiful day but the earth won’t stop for wounded bodies especially yours especially you in dawn blood light this isn’t the resurrection you dreamed of
As we sit poolside, warm Sun on our toes Mama feeling her Fentanyl patch I’m blessed for another day Thank you I spoke Your dying has Taught me everything
I walked into a shadow. I found my mother there. Age is no longer a factor. Though memory leaves a feeling of 98.5 years. But what do shadows, dreams, and what fairies in the dust have in common? She’s no longer suffering from macular degeneration. I can still see her as a 78-year-old son now.
I conceal my craft beneath the shell of an armadillo, snug in its embrace, nestled near its warmth, as insects buzz under the midday sun, where stories collide with struggles, and words fester like unresolved thoughts, distant from the critics’ needle pen hearts. Their relentless demands, cold cash, and hollow praise layered thick with honey
Does the night soar beneath your breath? Do you yawn to the sun? It has departed on its pilgrimage to bear witness To the Gods of whom we boast. Do you bruise your knees swollen and mauve and Clasp your exploited hands ‘till dawn? Do you dream of Him and Toss and turn in
Picked up a DJOn her way to the partyFiguring he’d do wellFor dinner and dessert.Recited the necessary opinionsTo maintain each other’s favor,Stopping for protectionAt the closest corner store.No Wi-Fi requiredTo hook up to the servers,Using minimal dataAnd AI search results.Well, it was pretty damn good for 7-Eleven,Not a bad boost for discount coffee beansProving that
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