Stream of Consciousness
Winged a Red Delight
Juicy red delight Sweetness bursts in every bite Strawberry delight With the setting sun my sugar craving peaked. Putting the book aside I headed to the kitchen. Rummaging the fridge I decided to wing it. A box of strawberries, a jar of sugar, a bottle of lemon essence, a pack of gelatin and whipped cream was what I choosed to create this sweet concoction.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Eight
On this strange morning, I wake from a dream that feels terribly real. I hold my arms, my shoulders, my legs. No scars, no trace of suffering. I am on the couch in the little apartment, hidden from the world. No towers, no pirate ships. How long was I lost in the dream? How much of it was entirely fabricated?
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
