Narrative Paralysis

grown out of dirt and left in  the sun's waning moments before i let the growing shadow catch up to this game of waiting we've been ...

  I spend a little time each day Before the Sun shows its face, Speaking sweet words at the flowers I planted in our backyard’s oft-neglecte...

 Today’s prompt. God help them, In the flight path of the falling axe. Let them eat all the cake they want, It’s fueled with substitute flou...