Human tentacles
suction each other, leaving
ink for memory.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Jada Ferguson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thirty pounds of lush plush sedate my body. Heat waves across my skin.
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
Inspired by the ROCK: If the world smiled Humanity would be the fucking plaque Colonizing every surface The popcorn kernel chipping its teeth
By Sean A.5 days ago in Poets
View from a mountain top We lovers embrace Our time is now Our thoughts are lovers' thoughts The open air makes us want to hold on to one another
By John Scipioa day ago in Poets
Time is a tape measure, marked and countable but foldable back upon itself. The metal lip latches feebly, retracts with a snap, and nips your thumb.
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.