Friendship
Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Heartfelt DM To You . AI-Generated.
I press my love into a screen, Soft keystrokes shaping what I mean. No ink, no breath, no trembling hands— Just words adrift in silent lands. The message waits, a restless ghost, Half-formed confessions held too close. I send, then watch the minutes fade, A heart suspended, pixel-made. Do you feel it through the glass? The warmth, the ache, the hope that asks— Can love still bloom in neon light, In fiber-optic veins at night? No paper touched by trembling hands, No letters sealed with love’s demands. Just this—one fragile, pulsing line, A whispered thought: You still are mine.
By Umezinwa Loretta 2 years ago in Poets
