The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.
Cute yet reclusive
She was a coconut cat
Fur white as a spring road
Eyes blue as a river flowed
No monter my pace
She flees with haste
A scowl and a huff
O’ my beloved Croissant
Your beauty grace full of permanent taunt
Croissant's silken surface
Your crunch fulfills my life purpose
It was the second time around for the both of them.
He had long left The Heart of Dixie for her Green Mountain state.
1102 miles through the world as he knew it -
1102 miles finding his Forever.
I was born a Wednesday’s Child of Woe.
Born the year of nothing-
Before the End-Of-All.
Born 11:52 am, November 21, 2007.
A breath of the wild,
Seaweed smell of Sulfur Seas
Home, I'm home at last.