To feel like a Cello Sonata sounds
Would I have to climb a mountain?
Or could I just sink into warm water
With some roses and the scent of vanilla
Milk soaking into me
Nurturing my soul
Drifting finally into oblivion
As if I had never been there
A new traveler, lost in the stars
Awake in the blackness of it all
Rumination does not exist
In this empty town
It finds no home in this place
Where black monsters eat the light
Where there are no corners
For clumsy knees to knock into
None but the void know
The answers aren't clear to us
But it knows as it feasts
As it reaches into my chest
It wants me like no one has before
It's claws clutch at my heart
And try to steal it away in front of me
It wants to dim the light
And I can't see any of it
But the floating roses
And the scent of vanilla
Milk rolling over me
Water filling my ears
The black comes for me soon
About the Creator
E. Lizbet
i write life down, as dirty and rotten as possible. most of my pictures are old from when i was in a different space. the thing i am most afraid of, is falling into a stable life.
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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