Mental Health
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Thirteen
On this melancholy morning, I wake, rocking a memory of someone in my arms. I’m uncertain what time it is because the clocks are broken, flashing green strobes and nothing intelligible. Here in this humble abode there is a vacant ache of something etched into memory yet mysteriously gone. A presence, a noise, a vibration.
By Sam Eliza Green6 months ago in Poets
