Hot chocolate and books
Hi people, if there are still any of you here (and thanks for sticking around!). I’m scrambled and uncertain and I don’t get to post as much as I used to, as much as I’d want to. 113 more words
3 months, 1 week
“What are you looking at with your
eyes so closed?” asked the cat.
“The stars and brighter suns. And dark nights
that even the demons… 29 more words
He sits, rigidly.
Fingers twitch – little girl dies.
Eyes shut. Plot lives on.
The air was frigid
Like soup left on the table
The wind blew in forceful gusts
As if blind the to long dead heat
The night was a hungry child 25 more words
10 months, 1 week
Stretched out on the back seat
I close my eyes and pretend,
My head rests on vibrant green grass
The edges beaded with dew
I see the stars above,