bitter cold outside
banished by the magic of
your arms around me
Hai
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Symbollica The'Bat and writers in Poets and other communities.
Branches at the grey sky's edge cast off the last remaining leaves Stirring from a midnight vision, Wilting whispers telling me:
By Symbollica The'Bat3 months ago in Poets
sometimes I overflow like bubbles down the side of a glass blown in through a straw by an overenthusiastic child sometimes it's beautiful
By Lolly Vieira7 days ago in Poets
Latex gloves on skull: "We will cut here. No pain." And fear? You forgot fear.
By Jennifer A. G.2 days ago in Poets
Welcome to our weekly Leaderboard update! We're delighted to highlight Vocal's most popular stories. Join us as we recognize this week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
By Vocal Teama day ago in Resources
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.