drabble and stuff
If you're interested in reading my drabble for the Sunday100 this week, it's here. The challenge this week was costumes or masks. I wrote a dreary little piece of Spander fic. Rated G.
poetry drabble (Spander in my head, but you can substitute):
You kiss my blood stained lips and smile.
I weep, longing for the taste of you.
You kiss my breast, where my heart beats not.
I bite, thrumming to life in time with you.
finally, funny office inspired haiku:
fax machine dining,
my message to India
eaten, four pages gone
poetry drabble (Spander in my head, but you can substitute):
You kiss my blood stained lips and smile.
I weep, longing for the taste of you.
You kiss my breast, where my heart beats not.
I bite, thrumming to life in time with you.
finally, funny office inspired haiku:
fax machine dining,
my message to India
eaten, four pages gone