Stark sky sparkling with sequinsstars doze against night’s skin,flowers may or may…
What do they know?
Scrittura’s Saturday Poetry Prompt: Insomnia
I’ve dreamt of a time when the most intricate parts of meWould evaporate into itselfWould…
We sit. In a hotel room, curtains semi-drawn so that a crack of light drips through to surround us…
Stuck within
the void felt when the heart shrinksat the sight of redundancycan more accurately be drawn as…