autumn’s crescent smiles where you stand
Tag: creative writing
describe autumn: cold fires
autumn the drizzle stopped midway to dream
autumn the thunderstorm a glimpse of bombs dropping in paradise
flash frozen flesh the blackout after the thunder
the storm pours herself into the empty spaces filling it with rage
a tale of bare bosoms adorned with night’s scribbles
to the place where dreams dawn after night falls
nothing more to say to the voices and yet the demons squeal
a falling leaf a swaying tree just how the forest speaks
