Turmoil settles – gripping. Undiscovered and resistant. The unfortunate, unaccompanied. Today will arrive, with us – left out.
By Athletiks MB3 years ago in Futurism
Hearing him laugh, was odd. His posture was upright – slovenly, and yet – somehow, well dressed. He had two different socks with quickly, groomed hair. There was a stain - tucked under - his jacket sleeve.
By Athletiks MB3 years ago in Poets