I could stay like this forever. In our own little bubble. Stuck in a perfect dream. Can I keep you? In this messy bed.
By Zana 3 months ago in Poets
I had a dream that we were both in white. The preacher says you may now salute your bride. With this ring I thee wed. The stars aligned and fell from the sky. Melting like snow beneath our feet.
We lock eyes, he smirks. Dark sunglasses and all jet black clothes. No reflection in the window.
By Zana 4 months ago in Horror
Cobwebs creep along the walls. Dust clinging to a body left to rot. Decaying. Decrepit. A multitude of vines.
By Zana 4 months ago in Poets
Sunset. Sometimes I feel like a mortician. Undoing and redoing stitches from scars made from incisions of my indecisions.
