As Above, But Bluer Below
Even the lakes wear a mask.
By Jesse EricksonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Cold lakes in dark pines,
Mirror the crowds of cloud nines,
Sans the silver lines.
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Jesse Erickson
Sometimes I write.
Sometimes I get better at it.
Sometimes I just get frustrated and let my brain do most of the work.
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Five more train cars after this one and Ayden would feel the dry southwestern air in her lungs. Once she reached the white door at the end of this supply car she swiped the access card, heard the approving beep as the door slid to the side and continued through, her thoughts on the memories slowly emerging within her mind like traces of blue in an overcast sky.
By Jesse Erickson3 years ago in Fiction
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