Thunderstorm

The king sky wants us all to bow today. The flowers mercilessly pelted by the machine-gun rain. The wind a whip walloping the atmosphere trees waving like waves. clouds crowding clouds split by stark lightning brings to ground rumbling shivering window panes. Advertisements

After The Fight

After the fight I walked calmly down the stairs towards the front door with table legs breaking on my back. My brother was in the kitchen making coffee “Good morning!” I said as I dodged a stool. “She’s real pissed. I’ll explain later. I’m off to work.” My brother lifted his cup shrugged and returned […]