Poem!
I really ought to be giving these posts more descriptive names seeing as I put them in my memories to find later. *shrug*
Anyway, sort poem I wrote last weekend. Or at least this is how I best remember it, as I wrote it in my head while I had a raging fever.
Brown, dried leaves,
skittering
wind-blown across
the pavement
sound
like tiny
skeletons marching,
bones
rattling
against bones.
Anyway, sort poem I wrote last weekend. Or at least this is how I best remember it, as I wrote it in my head while I had a raging fever.
Brown, dried leaves,
skittering
wind-blown across
the pavement
sound
like tiny
skeletons marching,
bones
rattling
against bones.