Like mummies engulfed in jello
They were cranberry-drenched
The black raisin eyes squinting
At a spidery destiny.
They made the intermittent, slip-filled march
into the forest of gauzy brambles… 48 more words
For the sake of argument, let’s say you don’t know. And with twilight zone, I am not referring to the twilight movies either.
The twilight zone I am talking about here is this state of mind where your mind is stuck between night and day, between reality and surreality. 310 more words