Volatile, open
the mountains have hidden ghosts
before our gray eyes
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
I first realized that gas bills have large eyes when I ran out of drugstore perfume. They watched me clip my fingernails and coupons neatly.
By K L4 years ago in Poets
My dog is a loving, caring soul. Anyone who meets her says so. Such a beaming soul, that everyone she encounters on the street becomes happier.
By Gabriel Shames6 days ago in Poets
Look me in the eyes, And tell me what you see. Can you read between the lines? Sense the tension and energy, That I so desperately try to hide,
By Stacey Garrettabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The courtroom is a stiff, municipal box. The kind of place where people argue about fences and parking violations. The witch sits at the defense table, hands folded, expression neutral.
By Kristen Keenon Fisher7 days ago in Fiction
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