Photo by Philip Justin Mamelic (from Unsplash)
Shredded sheets of sheer,
plump mites in motion: shot plumb,
mizzle’s mild missiles.
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Carminum
A writer with a philosophy background (PhD).
"The hand knows its limits, the page does not even conceive of them."
—Jabès
Laced
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Yellow teeth, stubble, wrinkled reptilian face. I looked into a pair of curious eyes, eager to know the truth, piercing through the distorted sheet of glass. Heavy drops blurred the contours, contorted the figures. There weren't many of them there.
By Mescaline Brisset4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
You really love your pre-Socratic philosophers! :) A friend once told me, “I’m a sucker for some sweet alliteration”, and I never identified with myself more. (Exaggerating, but you get the point!)