They slide and wait.
They wait for the right moment –
to coil the last air of your belief.
One sharp bite to the next.
They are apathetic.
The tides will turn
and you will see.
How doubt tears us into three.
I don’t know about you but
I have been seeing snakes lately.
The walls screamed immaculate spotless Wide tables lined at the center of the room A girl, Leah she is called, stood by the window thoughtless Her stare lingered with a pudgy bittersweet gloom Off she gathered her pans, trays and … Continue reading →