October 4, 2023 2:09am - October 6, 2023 2:22am
But opaque are the lenses I wear;
And I wear them well.
Broken shutters, they flutter open,
Creaking defiantly, but making no real sound.
The wind's stomach churns as it stands still
Even the crickets silence themselves.
Maybe one day they'll venture forward, and think:
It's just a haunted house.
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Pleas of Futility
Non-FictionMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.
