Thick silence. Broken by the heavy blur of spluttered coughs from wheezing lips, the sticky sound of shuddered breath through crusted noses slicing the quiet from all directions. A room cut by a plagued knife. Sunken eyes reach out from faded white faces, black and blue bags hanging loosely beneath swollen bloodshot pupils. Hair, a…
Creative Writing
Root of the Problem
Rooted to a spot. Unable to leave. Green with envy of the freedom, For other un-tortured trees. A root of the problem Is something not to be leafed out. In order to feel oak-ay, Within an unfamiliar forest You’ve got to branch out. Trim back the bothersome, Find pleasure in planting the positive That flowers,…
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