I want to climb up,
I might not make it alive.
You are my mountain.
About the Creator
Bacon
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Love it beautiful challenging Love haiku :)