The trickster tornadoes thaumaturgy threads
to tall-tale tangles
threatens thunderstorms to terrorise
temperamental thickets
tempts travellers towards their tipping
till their thinking turns to timber-turbulent topography
too thorn-toothed to truly trust.
The twisting, trancing terrain
turns trickery trail
tripping those thunderstruck towards the
timelessness that tiptoes through the twilight
twixt trees tormenting the tomb-trail
troposphere to tabescence.
Teeth tear through throats
too tenderhearted to turncoat truths to traps
twitch towards those too thrilled to trek through
terraneous thunder-temples to thanklessness
taking
taking
taking
till they’re taught to temper textual tempests
to translate thankfulness to tarnish.
Today, the trickster’s tumultuous tirade turns to tender tidings:
'Transfuse transcendence to thy thorax
take the traces tip-toeing through thoughtlines
turn them trailblazing towards the truth.
Trust thyself.'
About the Creator
Kylie T
Poet, storyteller, and purveyor of vaguely concerning true crime facts.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley6 days ago in Fiction
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