What do I do with this suicidal lust? How can I live with this festering greed?
Eventually, the scratching and pounding ceased. She waited for a few seconds in case of a surprise attack, but she heard none. Fear evaporating, she let go of the knob. All the pain and fatigue flooded through her body, making her collapse on the floor which didn’t offer much comfort.
I have to celebrate, devour, and create So many things in the longest but shortest period of calendar-time— Decide, plan, purchase, and make my Halloween costume;
Counselors is a poem written by Dana Trick and shared via The Ugly Writers under the theme Just Barely for the month of October
Our honks and hiss transform Rebellious riots into pride parades, Peer-pressure shame into defiant love, Fragile weakness into gorgeous strength.
Due to being created by and inhabited by Dirty, corrupted, sick humans, The world is covered with Muddy contradictions and romantics.
"Please do come to my home," Whispered the lonely spider To anyone who came by.
Under the weight of a free and wild world That I could run away to. But that day could never come sooner.