A crow on the line
It shifts once, claws scraping air
Traffic moves below
About the Creator
Thadeus
Have you ever tried to tell someone how you feel, or tried to articulate a deep thought but couldn’t quite find the words?
Same. That is why I write.
Writer and Poet. Trying to unpack and decipher my brain and heart, one word at a time.
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
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