Very Heavenly Creatures

We merge and I am lost.

Blood & fire quicken the dead.

Ivy creeps around the spine,

Ghosts breathe,

Witches twirl,

Today, your turn,

Tomorrow, a shard of broken glass.

Please, I beg of you, make the sun smile?

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

This is capable of growing into a curiously delightful tale. You have been gone from here so long, I wonder if you are still around; perhaps you have abandoned your muse or she you. But talent is waiting in your pen (or keyboard) to escape. Perhaps you have been discouraged by the lack of attention your writing here has gained. If so, I urge you: do not write for others. Write for YOU. Expand these feeble but promising beginnings. If they delight no one but you, you will have succeeded.
FlatDaddy