November words, they're nouns or verbs, and plain as a bargain haircut.
Not till the fire is dying in the #grate,
Look we for any kinship with the stars.
-George Meredith
#grate#prompt#vss365
Others seek to clean out
The attics of their minds
Making room for new beginnings
By removing the dust of the past.
But in cobwebbed recesses
Where sunshine dares not intrude
Can be found the grimoire
Which holds the secrets of me.
What chapter will I ink this year?
#wispwrit 1
She faced the beast
Atremble
Arms akimbo
Poised to sprint
You could fit
The moon inside
Her eyes’
Growing orbits
The monster
#Cuffed her—gently,
Said through gruesome
Toothsome smile,
“Thanks
For not running...
I’ve not had company
Awhile”
#vss365#wispwrit 20 “surprise”