The poem catches you sighing. It knows the sound physically, as a claw scraping over its ragged raw flesh. You mumble about its clumsy shape and wild mind. Before you say more, it rips your bloodless tongue with every vein of its voice.
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! ...
