“Let’s go going camping,” he blurted. “It will be so romantic.” Not quite sure what else came out of his mouth as it was all lost in the whirring in my ears that had started as soon as I heard the word ‘camping’.
An old washstand from my Daddy’s land Genre: Rhyming Poetry
The light above me flickers Softly like fireflies Warning: I tend to write a lot of poetry when I’m upset. I was feeling crippled by self-doubt when I wrote this. So I apologize.
We wait, For Halloween night,
I know a bit about life’s game
You want to turn the savage tame?
I’m tired seeking mountains to climb contemplating a crime
ODE TO A TOE THE TABLE SLIPPED DROPPING DOWN BELOW I STUCK MY FOOT WHERE IT SHOULD NOT GO
Mirror Mirror on The Wall Who is the fairest of them all
Rubble woman: separating truth from trash.
so ephemeral and bright/must squint from the piercing light
Find me the button I’m not hellbent Genre: ABABWarning: MENTAL HEALTH
The rats appear at midnight Seeking for food to a bite Genre: poetry