hollownessacquires shapeshe carries her lifeon wispy shoulderseach whiff of smokesolidifies into gritshe keeps movingon foggy pathsunsure of the ground beneathbut seeing her limitsin the sky What Do You See?
Grit
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Hunter, FM and Chhotu
We used to feed a stray cat, Kitty, who loved to spend long hours on our couch or carpet. I learned that cats can trust when she delivered under our bed and made us parents. We were busy raising three kittens for the next five months, and each one of them taught us a different … Continue reading Hunter, FM and Chhotu
Arrows
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
