So I tried something new in which I had to write the poetry in exactly a hundred words. Do read it and leave anything you'd like to say in the comments. "So, what does it feel like to be empty?" "Everyone is made of poetries, and to have that inside of you but no voice … Continue reading Empty hearts.
This is Submission ELEVEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Stillborn there was nothing–no sound no movement no hopeone night you were boldly with me, and the next morning, gone unexpected and torrential in its suddenness and cruelty. i sleep and breathe … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (11)