Stonefaced stonefish.
Without a care in the world
There are no feelings here,
Only the rough emptiness of your carvings
Like me,
There is nothing inside
But mush.
And even that is enough to terrify us
So we hide among the reaching smoking tendrils of darkness
Just to go another day without seeing what we have become
Stonefaced stonefish
Someone set us free
There might be hope within our carvings
Or someone worth saving
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was so deep and thought provoking! Very beautifully written!
"So we hide among the reaching smoking tendrils of darkness" - amazing words.
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