she was sitting starring at the photograph still framed above the fireplace when he found her. she had the settled look of someone who had been resting for a long time. her body print a nearly permanent indentation on the cushions surrounding her. he did not want to disturb her. although her quietude seemed to…
Tag: Vociferation
be warned there is blood in this poem (although i oppose the death sentence)
teensy tiny little bugs take flight and he is filled with fright he who would climb mountains just for the chance to leap runs screaming from moths flies and ladybugs yes ladybugs dancing through air he sees them everywhere flying diving sorting through air it doesn’t matter how small or big or nearly dead they…
