Tag: creative writing

soft beckons soft to bed to sleep to whispers and dreams

the landscape turns around and bites you

displaced bodies lost in this fog of war

cushion the fall from grace with more lies

autumn night this body chooses peace first

cold hands hollowing the shell to peek at the nothingness within

dusk the void speaks through the conch listen with care

my superpower you ask: existing indefinitely

take your eyes elsewhere if my dark bothers you

wear this skin well wear it with pride at least today