Spell Pastels

There is a death sound
I hear it
I speak it
Jamaica weeps and soft cohesions crawl
Hunters gather in the wet fresh daylight
But I burn over burned love asleep
And the wounds that gather
Eventually gather me

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This is the first piece I can recall reading of yours, and what a piece to begin with. Marvelous writing. :)

[Perdition]

Where the hell have you been, I've been waiting forever? :p..jk Thanks!

[Brittany Zedalis]

I'm sorry lol I'm not on here as often as I used to be xD

[Perdition]

Yeah but…I was waiting and…Oh never mind!…lol. You're here now and Thanks as well as welcome

[Alisa Js]

This to me is a new direction for you....


....nice change, more direct.

I like it😃

Happy Easter🐥🐔

[FREE_BIRD]

hey what you mean...it sound depressed