Amanita
Remembering concentration
is little help
.
monumental
in mind,
in strength
.
a constant
unrelenting
February festival
.
learn to love me
darkly
through a glass jungle
.
she shall return,
semi scary, just
one more little bite
About the Creator
Sean
A lover of soft cheese and delayed gratification. I prefer plants to people, more often than not. Dirt is my medicine and filth a form of therapy. Most of these words should find a home among compost but hey, at least I'm still writing.
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I don’t think you want to take that bite! 😬 spent a few minutes imagining “glass jungle” cool (darkish) piece ♥️