Everything is on fire. That's the point.
I LOVE this passage:
“grass doesn't apologize
for being green,
wind doesn't ask
to move through your hair
like a lover's fingers,
and somewhere a kettle screams”
This is beautifully put
Thank you. A bit of an experiment this one. Happy with it.
„world explodes…
not with bombs
but with primordial pale venom
cackling at death and taxes” - and with bombs too just to make it a little more heartbreaking. Smashed it again Mr.U.
I've been circling descent... mainly bodily before.
Widening the scope.
Brilliant 🫶
Thank you so much.
I LOVE this passage:
“grass doesn't apologize
for being green,
wind doesn't ask
to move through your hair
like a lover's fingers,
and somewhere a kettle screams”
This is beautifully put
Thank you. A bit of an experiment this one. Happy with it.
„world explodes…
not with bombs
but with primordial pale venom
cackling at death and taxes” - and with bombs too just to make it a little more heartbreaking. Smashed it again Mr.U.
I've been circling descent... mainly bodily before.
Widening the scope.
Brilliant 🫶
Thank you so much.