The Writer, Ex by T. MORGAN He says his thoughts are tangled like Thorns Green thorn, tangled and torn. Once it was they meshed like gears, Tooth to tooth and sound to ear, The paper was...
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Fresh Air and Red Skies (2) by T. MORGAN Eventually Ethos clawed, scrambled and struggled his way to the top, finally hauling himself over the swallow hole’s vast lip. He managed two paces,...
Fresh Air and Red Skies (1) by T. MORGAN Ethos awoke without his senses, yet again. He was lying in a black, blank space; he could feel, see, hear, nothing. He concentrated and remembered how to...
Daughter of the Wind by CELIA STOCK Standing looking at a creature of beauty Exhilarates and fulfils a natural duty. Appreciating the wonderful feeling it brings Observing Nature pull her magic...
Promises by TJ BECKER Promises are just trinkets of deception , cleverly crafted with no hidden exceptions. Love a mere interlude, inflamed fascination, attraction seldom more then sweet...
Desire's Sin by LISA SERRATO Hidden shadows form, running breath ceases. numbness overtakes the soul, and heaven's wings rot to oblivion. overflowing flames turn to ash all of...