ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature
Watershed
The hail resolved itself. In the gap between the clatter and the first grumpy crow-call, I am thinking about Paul how after the brief hailshower on the hatchery field trip some sixty-odd second-graders watched a man bludgeon a salmon quite easily to death. It did not take much. I was astounded. Paul who I had wished would drop dead two weeks prior after he headbutted my stomach, drove the air as clean from my lungs as life from the fish fainted equally as clean away I was high with disdain, unbridled superiority, I looked down my nose at him for months. I can’t remember Paul’s face, his last name, but the hail covers the lawn, flashing fish-scale bright.
Literature
Ashes and Dust
So day dawned, and then sun set the hours between so easy to forget Night fall offers no promise of change no appointed plans to rearrange The cobwebs in my head tell tales of quiet sobs and stifled wails Oh don't pretend to know my screams the only witnesses lurk within my dreams Suppression is my art, of which I am adept swallowed tears the souvenirs I've kept No plunder of my gain, an ill gotten treasure I bleed for no ones' pleasure Words only fail to describe my ceaseless inner diatribe Make of it what you must just leave me to my ashes and dust.
Suggested Collections
© 2015 - 2024 purplecuriosity
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In