A Pulpy Mish-Mash of Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Horror
Your mind is a smooth,
flat pebble
crashing
across an endless lake
Each new hop
on that placid,
azure surface
a little lower
than the last
What worlds
will you visit tonight
when you finally
sink
into
unknown
pthalo
depths
They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...
Deep within that wretched, rapturous, metastatic Uber-city of sprawling slums teeming with bitter ghosts Where the grief peddlers,...
It's after hours now and it's just me, the cat, and the day's ghosts they watch through my eyes, waiting and whispering from shadow-lit...
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