Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P5 of 5)

Chapter 5 “Doesn’t this defeat the whole purpose of your little charade?” I said, squeezing my snow-coat around me tightly, “Your religious holiday game was supposed to kill time while we waited for the storm to pass.” Now we were standing in the cursed weather. Everything was pointless.  Fortunately, the weather had died down aContinue reading “Edreimlecheth’s First Christmas (P5 of 5)”

WD 185 “Plastic Cup”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Plastic Cup I’m on the verge of a New cosmos By the principle of trickle-down economics  I’ve gathered memories, objects ridden with  Nostalgia and dark matter In a plastic cup  All the things you chose to forget Fermented and left to Revive