Flicker and pop for me Dancing like a broken thing Your life, sputtering
By Louisabout a year ago in Poets
No fulcrum to move Your hard immovable eyes Uncompromising ----- Laughing companions Music, the clink of glasses My frail heart is warmed
For a few moments after waking, I kept my eyes closed. I tried to continue my drunken doze in the comfort of the warmth and hum. Then I remembered where I was, and my head shot up.
By Louis2 years ago in Horror