from above we stand
all the skies are mine
they never will
- @yastincase -
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Ricky Lanusse and writers in Poets and other communities.
Stoic masses stand above Reaching egos to erode Yelling for redemption
By Ricky Lanusse3 years ago in Poets
It’s funny how you’ve managed to read me so well How you’ve managed to see the cracks in my walls And yet you’ve chosen to stay
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️8 days ago in Poets
The scent of her skin still lives in me. When I close my eyes, she is there — present, gentle, safe. It was the scent of white, soft skin,
By Magma Star4 days ago in Poets
Before they departed for the funeral it rained, heavy drops lashing the rocky drive along the edges of the parked cars even as the sun shone eerily in the distance. As quickly as it began it stopped a few minutes later, the water that cascaded a few moments earlier down Young Street rising in curling waves of steam.
By John Cox2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.