The Rope – Hint Fiction
The child watched his mother, Limp and swinging.
The child watched his mother, Limp and swinging.
Sometimes you can’t see the whole picture.
Every night I close my eyes, I see my dream girl. She appears in the light of the moon, With skin of shining alabaster. Her mouth is the shape of a bow And stained the crimson of a rose. Her eyes watch me With the intensity of a hawk. I can’t look away from her […]
Taking control. One planet at a time.
“And where he walks, there shall be glitter and gold…”
Wake up. You’re dreaming.
You Have it All
“And where he walks, there shall be glitter and gold…”
You never say goodbye. When your eyes leave mine, And we part ways, Silence weighs heavy. You’ll come again, Back to our special place, But there only waits A memory.