Darkness falls into a city A city of silence and the whispers in your head echoes. Your mind plays tricks at you.Time doesn’t exist as you watch frozen stiff. The pale silver moon has transform to a blood crimson red. The sound of chains trailing over peddles break the silence slitting through the throat of [...]
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Heed
Ghosts a whispering, Hinting of an alternate way of living, One they shunned When their life’s table lay unturned The living stay sheltered from the whispers By finer filters, Blocking out these once young ones Who now congregate by fishing ponds Rating 3.00 out of 5
Finding Maynard
I fall asleep, if but only for A split-second: End of cigarette in my right hand. It’s early, I mean early morning, Her ghost; detached from her vehicle and ready She, wanting to take over me Through the semi-transparent white; That of an angelic-spread. Swinging my empty left hand; forward I haul Myself. I jolt [...]
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