Author: VK Lynne

Bubble 0


It’s not large… Inside, there’s room for me and he, And we float on rays of light for stretches at a time. The colors swirl on the soap walls around us, I know better,...

Pink an Fresh 0

Dirty Blood

My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...

Abstract Thoughts 0


He came back today. I was not cheered to see him. He looked as bad for wear As the last time the beast chose to be him. My revulsion returned- I fear I have...