what comes after the fall? the dead silence of course
Tag: creative writing
strange as it may sound but the void holds an incomprehensible comfort: a solace for the ages
even shadows know better than to wander off alone in the autumn fog: holding hands
tiny maps of the countryside: etched beneath the wings of beetles
after a millennia of sleep: you wake to find that the moon is but a bulb in the sky and all that is green is devoid of life it hurts to breathe and hearts are replaced with artificial suns a metal sparrow lands nearby and i pray with every fibre of my being that this nightmare ends
woodland feys in the city: scream into the void of glass
moonlight: turns ordinary puddles into enchanted lakes
dark to darkness: how lovely it feels to have this skin replaced by night
float to the surface: suppressed emotions rise on this rainy afternoon
stranded: cold autumn waves commit the unspeakable to frail bodies
