born at night, pale blue
fell upon our knees, sans pew
now florid, age two
How does it work?
Sweet!!!💕💖😊
More stories from CJ Miller and writers in Poets and other communities.
bouquet of cobalt something blue, something borrowed their hearts, both on loan
By CJ Miller4 months ago in Poets
Before becoming blindly branded Be bodacious Bloom blissfully Breathe benevolence Bring brighter beginnings Bask beside butterflies
By C. H. Richard5 days ago in Poets
Fire Floundering flickering flame Flashpoint flared Formidable fulminated flash Fierce firestorm Frightening ferocious fury
By A. L. Winston2 days ago in Poets
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Or did it? Maybe it was a different me–the one that lives in the dark corners of my dreams–the other me that always felt close to the surface, lurking around the edges of reality and waiting.
By Gerald Holmes2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Sweet!!!💕💖😊