Were you put here only to provide contrast?
Your gruesome body zooming in and out of my vision gives something to compare to the flower.
Your shriek of your wings in my ear will only deepen the silence when it returns.
The thought of your landmine nest, hidden only where I step reminds me to tread lightly.
Your phantom crawling up my neck keeps me guessing.
Somewhere far away, just far enough away that you won’t find it, there is a highway that goes on forever. Driving down that highway at 75 miles an hour, is a car that will never run out of gas.
On Saturday, May 3rd, 2025, at 10:40 PM, it rained a perfect rain. There was no buildup. The skies never darkened. It just happened. It was not raining before, and now it was.
There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red T-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.
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I love this! The way you describe the wasp so deliberately as contrast to the flower is really cool. Keep writing!
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