The Glass Imprisoned Reality by Dreamtidle-Thinking, literature
Literature
The Glass Imprisoned Reality
Skid marks remind me of how greatly I tried to remove the evidence of that code imprinted sticker’s name
The counter was granite and I was disgustingly unhappy with the beads of sweat rolling down my back ;
how deep, dark and dirtied blonde hair stuck to the very neck that was sore and scratchy.
The shorts they were wearing were comically small and the print loud in it’s presence and normally a sarcastic quip could allow lighter air to surround me but
This wasn’t it;
This couldn’t be it;
He was fine when we talked on the phone and they, I mean they knew exactly how fine he was,
THEY MUST.
Her red-head refused t
Crunch Our Solace, So To Speak by Dreamtidle-Thinking, literature
Literature
Crunch Our Solace, So To Speak
The crunch in each tampered leaf; bloodied feet leaving beauty to wither in it’s marked remain
Concerned me beyond belief
The sun so valiantly wraps around the day but gives no heat and I fear
Nothing can stop the reflection off of snow or the wind against pretty leaves;
It happens and happens
And that one man drinks his coffee with three precise movements of sugar before pouring it down steel and glancing over at his laughing husband in teary frustration
That leaf fell too far from the tree whence wind took it away and blood stained its colours
What colours are we to say left us in charge of how far down his grave will be dug?
The Glass Imprisoned Reality by Dreamtidle-Thinking, literature
Literature
The Glass Imprisoned Reality
Skid marks remind me of how greatly I tried to remove the evidence of that code imprinted sticker’s name
The counter was granite and I was disgustingly unhappy with the beads of sweat rolling down my back ;
how deep, dark and dirtied blonde hair stuck to the very neck that was sore and scratchy.
The shorts they were wearing were comically small and the print loud in it’s presence and normally a sarcastic quip could allow lighter air to surround me but
This wasn’t it;
This couldn’t be it;
He was fine when we talked on the phone and they, I mean they knew exactly how fine he was,
THEY MUST.
Her red-head refused t
Crunch Our Solace, So To Speak by Dreamtidle-Thinking, literature
Literature
Crunch Our Solace, So To Speak
The crunch in each tampered leaf; bloodied feet leaving beauty to wither in it’s marked remain
Concerned me beyond belief
The sun so valiantly wraps around the day but gives no heat and I fear
Nothing can stop the reflection off of snow or the wind against pretty leaves;
It happens and happens
And that one man drinks his coffee with three precise movements of sugar before pouring it down steel and glancing over at his laughing husband in teary frustration
That leaf fell too far from the tree whence wind took it away and blood stained its colours
What colours are we to say left us in charge of how far down his grave will be dug?