This is in response to a question from Queue:
If everyone on the planet stopped existing but you, but the world, in it’s current state, was left exactly the same, what would you do?
Well, the logical part of my brain has to look at this multiple ways: Continue reading “The World is Empty”
Her fingertips caress the end of the stem.
Petals echo their scent with every breath.
She walks at a slow pace, staring at the windows.
Her reflection smiles beside the open bloom.
Clouds surround her feet as she thinks of the days,
When the world is better because he’s near.
Each glance at another shows only his face.
Only his smile. Only Continue reading “The Prick”