Heels pressing the blue,
She arcs the dusk - then falls, tears
Sticky as bruised plums.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from LW and writers in Poets and other communities.
Cleaving the cloud wide open, wrens weave and fade; as pinpricks on the sea.
By LW3 years ago in Poets
I have not been able to sleep Last night I crawled to bed And lay there Staring at the Ceiling My hernia Would
By Sam Spinelli7 days ago in Poets
It is simple to look upward, to cast devotion into the vast, silent blue, to sing praises to a distant perfection that demands no earthly patience.
By Archery Owl a day ago in Poets
A year ago, I spent two days in the Colombian mountains drinking ayahuasca as part of a spiritual ceremony. An experience that pulled apart every detail of my being and rearranged me in a new sequence. I wish that life became easier after the feat. It didn’t.
By Annaise Michellea day ago in Humans
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.