All you need is poetry!
Already registered? Sign in here
Winged, buzzing, / like a plague of / locusts rushing / in one direction / away from the adults / that carry light. / My creations / move in mass / entanglement / scrambling through / the forest floor, / their survival / determined to get / to the dark side / of the moon. / So there they / will live. / My imagined… sign in to read more »