Category: Poems

• As it is in the void

  Deep asleep as I lie Devoid of dreams, in sweetest slumber I feel my right hand begin to itch I rub the burning sensation My eyes now open My hand aflame below my digits I rub to soothe my hand An attempt to clam the offended skin This is to heal the callus The dry…

  Warm Breeze Bliss!

  March 21, 2024

  Poems, short stories