Opera

Eyes lean and hungry Gaze deep into the skull Of night.   A crow with dusty wings Flies into a blood-soaked opera Of worms and insects. The reaper shuns all light. Soon, swooping wings And a dagger beak Cuts through tainted flesh. The music stops And insects scatter The less fortunate Are stabbed and killed. […]

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Dead Leaves

You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]

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