Down

You sit there in the dark and die in pieces bit by bit becoming useless lumps of meat on softened bones once sharp eyes smokey grey you miss the night and long for day stagnant water

Past Presently

I try to care but The air's too thick Between us. To me you died So long ago, once Friend now foe I look on you no mourning in my heart no realization in your addled mind

Some Enchanted Evening

... a posh cocktail affair.

SF.Pt.12e. Pretty things.

Back on track.

TRAVEL GUIDE FROM THE UNDERBELLY------3

The look on the faces of the Indonesians was one of deep satisfaction. They knew that when you were boiled to death, you were really dead.

Endings

We sat, transfixed by the tension. I expressed my anxiety. You paused. I delivered my desperation. You paused. I exposed my soul. You paused. And when you paused. I knew.

Loves’ Descent

30 word I.P.
Cherry

Writing Poetry

IP: 30 word poem Our bodies curve into vowels and mouths shape soft, exotic verbs.

Skimblebean, Goopus & Snid - Part One - The Crime

It was a medium lurpish afternoon and three friends they went a Blattering but a small crime took place witnessed by the gimlet eyed Bunyip.

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