rummaging through the rubble, licking a wound
bubbly hidden blobs about to bursta 2D cardboard castle, a door that wasn’t theresun fishing friend / subterranean stripy fiendsrummaging through the rubble, licking a wounda pink summoning rugand its iterations
keys
Even though the Fish Girl had giant eyes and extra long arms, she couldn't find the tiny key for the tiny door she had already chosen.
by the time i awoke
code red at the feet of the warmonger
monthly conversation with myself
“there are many layers here, unfolding” lectured The Poorly Made Turtle while fish spotting. He wasn’t sure if he was laying under or over, or in-between, but didn’t seem to be bothered by it.His slimy pal, mute, stood next to him with his best smirk on, solemnly standing straight, unable to gather what was happening.Up there -or maybe in-between- some fish exuding poisonous warmth looked down with unease just to realise the Vacuous Turtle was talking to himself, again.
