Stubborn Speaker
Microfiction tautogram
Soapbox searching, society’s shambles. Squares, streets, shrubs. Speaking, standing, seen. Swarm swims savagely. Scattering shabby services. Soul-seeking sonata. Shoddy stuff, spectacular site, saturated sun.
Step-by-step supervising societal shackles sufficiently. Seize, siege, slay! Surely said. (S)words strike, shan’t spare splendour. Show! Save some shekels son!
Shackles sliced. Some strange sense substantiated. Soil’s sugary shelter. Satisfaction sense stopped.
About the Creator
Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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