Tag: creative writing

winter noon the betta imagines a mad world

sum of our breaths the grey fog ahead

limp into the winter mist the bruised knee

flee from the playground filled with demons

midnight marsh the glow of mushrooms

lukewarm skin

dusk sky split between fire and ice

night gaze winter forest replies with a breeze

the seasons and more in a shot of gin

iced lemon tea for the morning soul