Motions Stories

He wakes up on a day when it's no longer worth waking up. -a dream

In the middle of the night When I am still under a fight My phone gives a sound Someone in my messenger is around

"University, new friends, old demons... I'm I even ready?"

A poem of a person, no people, who when they are without a voice continue to talk; using their hands.

The Heath Robinson lavatorial contraption that trapped the unwary...

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)