Soot
Sootfinds it way to the floor,
belching it's flavour,
acting like it's
part of the Fire.
It's not.
it's soot.
And, it stinks.
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 866 times
Written on 2011-03-20 at 04:20
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Morpheus |
John Ashleigh |
Texts |
by Morpheus Latest textsHurtingPretense, my friends, Pretense! Don't Bother with me My Island Tonight kiss me on the ground My favoritesSilent screamNine Years Tonight |
Increase font
Decrease