The rugged terrain bore the cotton candy glaze.
So many passed without a clue.
Just beautiful.
But one inquisitive mind never stops.
Not consciously could he perceive the crimson hue,
But he is one to always seek with all the tools of his trade.
Sure enough, each bed holds blood spatter,
A ritual betrayed.
The contents of the tub watered her obsession.
I can only wake relieved
I didn’t let the future happen.
frame of reference..;) nicely done - Donna
Different than your usual poetry..
but very, very good.
*Linda*
Reindeer
loved it..floria
Love Tinka
I didn’t let the future happen.
This has shaken me up John..a haunting write indeed...
Vesna :)
This is so powerful and so well done...
Depth is awesome.....
Lady Peg