Category: NaPoWriMo2025

  • Day 28: the devil you don’t

    a future stained my thighs,made a pool at my feeti thought i should feel despairbut all i could think to doall my protesting body wantedwas to dance scarlet foot prints on his floorleading from the bathroom to the front door down the steps into the gravel where my car baked in the hot suna dance…

  • Day 27: memory is a funny thing

    in a field of white, a crimson pond spread its curious shoresaway from the thicket.beyond, geese honked their warning two minutes too late,their wings like laughter as they took to the sky