Flash Fiction Ten toes twitching with taut tremors like feeling tentacles. This is not poetry; this is hell. He collapsed backward, a laboured wilting of limbs and lifeforce, drew him to the earth. My eyes lined up with the soles of his feet, where his muscles spasmed with a last display of virility. “Coba lariContinue reading “Rebellious Annie”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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