No, you don’t. You like the cushioned benches…
… and you’ve dropped your gallery map in the display. Again.
5/🧶
No, you don’t. You like the cushioned benches…
… and you’ve dropped your gallery map in the display. Again.
5/🧶
Madred bound the optical cables and set them in the cushioned engineering kit with the other dozen he hand bound together.
The room was white bright.
Federation lighting, he thought, wincing beneath the sterile glare.
The others worked quietly and just as alone when a door opened.
Madred bound the optical cables and set them in the cushioned engineering kit with the other dozen he hand bound together.
The room was white bright.
Federation lighting, he thought, wincing beneath the sterile glare.
The others worked quietly and just as alone when a door opened.
where the air carries the heat
of high voltage.
The couch
cushioned by needles
of a clenching bleed.
The bed
a welcome made for #ghouls,
a hell with no relent
for a defiled angel.
Never a touch gives comfort,
never love that doesn't destroy,
never an escape.
#poetry #vss365 #writing
THE BABY:
THE BABY: