There
just beyond that door.
A glimpse,
blink and you lose it.
The way to the Otherworld.
Come with me,
walk between this world
and the under.
Showing posts with label 140 Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 140 Fiction. Show all posts
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Monday, 23 January 2012
Betty in the Coffee House
She had a smile
that could melt the ice forming
on the windows, melt
the cold December snow.
She turned
and she looked
at me.
that could melt the ice forming
on the windows, melt
the cold December snow.
She turned
and she looked
at me.
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