Inflicted with diplopia, I see two suffering men.
Inflicted with diplopia, I see two suffering men.
I visit Hades via Zoom funeral.
“I’m not coming home,” I say.
This seems the perfect place to spend a short billion years.
Blue flatulence under a tailpipe
Blue flatulence under a tailpipe splinters my breath
We feel(felt) life draining from us, now we feel the thrill of getting(giving) it back.
Giant oaks with leathery wings/appear suddenly out of fog
The soft fillet of his own skin is thrown over his shoulder like a scarf—a scarf preserved in marble.
What if the virus was nothing more than a really annoying kid in a really bad comic book?
The “swim to a raft-like island in the distance…enticing everyone like a beacon, an overdue celebration after a long, unbearable hibernation.”