There will be no sound in the settlements
The inscription on the roof and door will remain
There will be the provision of tears, wanting without result
There will be a trembling prayer on dry lips
What is the use of mirrors if there are no face-to-face scenes?
If we don't, the world will be left behind
The moon's eyes will bend intoxicated with dreams
The pleading will spread in the eyes of the night
The cool breeze lips will kiss the fruitless trees
See, this autumn will be helpless as prior
The days and nights reminds off the similar experiences
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Homemaking
Author's Note: This was originally written for the first round the 2024 NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction Challenge, but has been revised into a longer microfiction. My assignment included the following: Genre - Horror, Action - Signing a guestbook, Word - trail
By D.K. Shepard4 days ago in Fiction
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