Sunken is the light that feeds the soul
Eclipse but not forever
Everything is dark as shit; we are all
clinging for the last bit of light.
Long gone are the days when we were all sunny,
innocent and free from the war of hate that consumes us.
Perpetual cataclysmic is the new normal.
Sunken is the light that feeds the soul; let's
elope to a different time and see the light again.
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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Well done