A taste of the sun's yellow
like salty metal
wasn't enough.
Intent to swallow the whole damn thing
pride burnt my tongue and mouth's roof
I hate cold, but like
the sinners in hell
I'd give anything for some ice
To hold my tongue as I grind it liquid
shockwaves rocking
the nerves
frozen in time.
I should've used synsodyne
or had the sense of mind to bring fresh wata
rather than jelly my gums and
numb the feeling.
Pooling atop the green humming box
a mess
together none the less.
Thank God, it's summer,
and I'll be home soon
About the Creator
Noah
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Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
By Jordan Flynn5 days ago in Fiction
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