Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • The world

    Cold and dark like a blizzard in the night.

    Deceiving and dangerous as if a snake with fangs like daggers.

    Wild like the wind and agonizing like a fire with flames white as snow.

  • My Friend, the Moth

    Gentle as water sliding down your face,

    A voice like a bell.

    A smile as delicate as a rose,

    But as strong as an eagle.

    Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.

    Hair like a sunset.

  • Anatomy's Future

    I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us

    I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?

    I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes

  • Reflection A5

    Her life flashes before my eyes

    intertwined with his chained heart

    Her smile is present even as she breathes

    blood

    rats surround the alley

    a few more steps

    1... no no no they wouldn't do this to her