Eating Money
In the year 2040, we will eat money, and in the night, we will hear the clink of coins and ruffle of notes inside of us.
Tag: #nature
My Mother Does Not Awaken
Also, mother, do not forget the oxygen cylinders. We need to refill them for the night.
One Morning
Once upon a time, a morning had chanced upon me, as I sat curled on a cold bench wishing life away.
And lent a little glow to the otherwise dim and somber day.
One Evening
The evening runs its course. What remains of the plump boys loitering in the playground are slender silhouettes that look as uneven cutouts from a cardboard sheet; contours of everyday objects further tapering off from their earlier shapes to a stream of black.