The Unknown
Poem Out in the snow where the sound of the wind boils my blood I saw people standing still They were calm, almost sleepy with legs attached to the ground like the trees in...
Tagged: dystopia
Dead Flags & Breathing Canvas
Post-Apocalyptic Fiction I walked down what was once a city street, now weathered, split, and overgrown. The remnants of an American flag still flew high above be me. It stood tall and arrogant....
