
Kyra Lopez
Bio
Writer from the 773
Stories (134/0)
Purpose
It eats and it laughs Time has a face on my wrist It only survives
By Kyra Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
One moment
I wanted minutes In my job I lost seconds With dreams I stood still
By Kyra Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
Slipping
It would be easy If time was a sturdy rope Instead of white sand
By Kyra Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
Buzzing
In the middle of REM sleep, the fish started buzzing. It was my phone alarm, beeping incessantly as it tore me away from the neon lights of the aquarium glass. It was always hot in my dreams, with humid air from jungle canopies blowing over warm ocean. In these nightly escapades, I was a fish with bleak scales. At the end of the dream, I was always eaten by some ferocious whale with rounded teeth.
By Kyra Lopez4 months ago in Criminal