'Warmest Wishes...'

#vss365 #poetry #surrealism #mentalhealth #WritersOfBluesky
she passes by, every day
The trees speak, and poetry
sifts through the ripples of time.
when she walks I feel sunshine
elegant poise, embalmed
into imagination, the #hunger
feels into fear, and I fall.
Stuck in the mountains with nothing but the freezing winds to keep them company, they quickly grew desperate
After a few days, they started eating their shoes, then turned to cannibalism
That act cursed them to know #hunger without end and a painful existence with no reprive
#vss365 #vsshorror
Foxblood
the fox sluices through the hedgerow
like a sentence losing permission
bone-white hunger in the barley glare
it does not think
does not pause
does not explain
it just arrives
and the rabbit
is suddenly a theory that failed at velocity.