Thursday, January 11, 2018

Writer's Block: New Year


The fog flows in

Blanketing curves

Setting loose lights

That freewheel

Plummeting madly

Wisps whipping 'round

Bodies without heads

Starved souls steering

Toward cliff sides

Falling futures

Babbling mouths

Babes aging

Turning to men

That eat themselves

Feet first

Like a snake

Making a ring

Happy new year.

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