The poem catches you staring. At first, it trembles, its inky organs twisting and throbbing in terror. You look away. Once you salvage the strength to turn back, its grimy claws have already plunged through your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction and Short-Shorts
RandomAll stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The last essay-- I don't exactly agree with anymore, but my writing was on fire. I was going through some things! ...
