A wheel. Spinning wheel. Spinning, rotating wheel. Spinning rotating counter clockwise wheel. Counter clockwise wheel ticking with the red violin strums. Red violin strums stained with red lined circles. Red lined circles with red rounded counterparts. Weird counterparts attached to weird places, placed in weird circles. Weird circles shifting into rusting gears. Shifting and rusting … Continue reading Wheels and Circles ~ Poem
Author: zk123
White Lines ~ Short Story
March 3, 1941 White lines. White lines, I repeat to myself. … These molding walls and sickly green are all that I could manage to handle. Deep cracks that puncture into the walls and silver streaks of thread bundled like left from an old hag. One window was open to retain my oxygen; how generous … Continue reading White Lines ~ Short Story