June bugs buzzing Break the silence Above tombs Where buried bodies of the dead sing, “We are not souls And here is not rest” Just June bugs Buzzing in the air So sick… Read More
Before me a ribbon of violent light: the only reminder that beyond the storming skies the world still knows day. .ellemmdee.
I saw a girl today dressed all in black. She held a black umbrella towards the sun, her face obscured in shadows, defiant towards the light. She arose in me such feelings of… Read More
regular interval patterns, shapes of living found in a heartbeat, a pinprick of light seen through slotted eyes–no one has to tell us this means hope. .ellemmdee.
The end and the beginning. How similar they sometimes seem. And living, but a dream. .ellemmdee.