I stare at my winged reflection
as I glide silently along
the still glass of the moonlit lake,
listening for the rattling hum and flutter
of beetles in flight.
Fireflies bounce and bobble
in the reeds of the shoreline,
oblivious to their fate,
as I dive and open my beak.
winter sucks snow and ice and slush will not end
It was a dark and stormy night. Sure, it’s cliché but thats how I remember how it all started. How I was forced in to making this decision. How I ended up a...
What lies beneath the painted mask? A heart of black, a soul of glass? Sharpened teeth and rotted tongue, Come on kids, let’s have some fun!
thin glaze on puddles little girls giggle and stomp ice crunches under foot
