Giving My Life to Time
Poem rather the water blue to a cool breeze to refresh and undo to the sounds that appease rather be sailing where the air drifts freely exhaling in directions with new twists away...
Tagged: water
A Bug’s Death
Standing, staring into the cold, white interior of the bath. A crane fly is caught in the trickle of the tap, helpless. One wing lifeless, the other madly flapping to no avail. For a...
Water Year
The chicken fevered between witchery in his forearm and the dead counter when its neck was snapped cold. He ran a slit at the throat and held the thing up gushing clean into the...
