They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Flick
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Flick
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this