#MidJourney365
Mid-Journey—
in Jamaica,
the crowd closed around me
like a restless anthill.
Sweat ran down my face.
The towel could do nothing.
Every step disappeared
into someone else's step.
By all reason,
it should have been unbearable.
Yet no one complained.
The music ended.
No one moved.
For a moment,
it seemed
the music
had only been an excuse.
The crowd remained,
singing
a song
that needed no sound.
Tip toe tip toe
a pair of pink pointe shoes
with its legs
pretty delicate wings
but on its four hands it wears boxing gloves
a pretty butterfly combat unit
will come for you 🦋👐🥊🥊🩰
@FireWriters35 & #FireWriters35
under withered limbs, separated souls stood quietly at dusk.
the tree kept reminding souls of an old promise.
neither noticed the third reflection in the rain.
#MyDarkScribbles🖊
#Vibes_gothicvss#MicroPsych0#WeirdHorror
🎨 Edvard Munch
#vss365#distant
distant what I see
how you feel
I never lied
you created what you wanted and called it me
we are not the same species, whatever that science book calls us
Conviction for nothing
#vss365#satsplat
Walking down dusty old roads
of yesterdays schools, and I’m thinking
of all the paths not crossed, #distant from my steps, leading to higher ground someplace, destinations I’ll never know. Pebbled and cracked, smooth sand and grass, yesterdays steps, somebody elses mine mingle with, ghosts of time we be. Clocks chiming our somethings into nothings, our nothings into somethings
Vampire: I hear that there is a cyborg organ collector.
Cyborg: That is why you follow me anywhere, except you want my blood?
Vampire laugh wickedly
of course, I don't want anyone to take what's mine
Cyborg: Since when am I yours?
#WeirdHorror organ_collector