Author: Heather Lukins
I Hate Mushrooms
I hate mushrooms. They make me sick. Rising ashy clouds, Look like defacated shit. I hate mushrooms, They make me gag, Every time I take a bite Cities are bundled […]... Read More
A Clockwork Heart
Silver coins tossed into the air come crashing down beside me They spin and pirouette like ballet dancers who just so happen to be on my bed Its like […]... Read More
Charcoal and Crystals
Shadows which slink through sunset skies on feet That whisper along concrete streets and tiptoe Through archways, filled with roses and ivy green, All head towards a vision of silver […]... Read More
When Death Came For Tea
He sips silently from a silver plated cup, No saucer. He seizes all the Fallen drips. But he is no saint, no martyr. He doesn’t have a name to […]... Read More
A Country of Gods
“Then us’ll all ha’ etten thee That’s wheear we get us ooan back” Happiness Is walking through the drizzle Without thy’s coat, Home Is a teapot mashin Ready for [&hellip... Read More
The Taste of Mercury and Pesticide
A garden filled with border roses A mountainous man splattered red He shivers, avoiding a blackened rose bush. Her skin blisters. Black roses with wilted heads Droop as a […]... Read More
Death Rings the Doorbell
The sun is gone. He no longer sits atop his cloudy perch but has been whisked away — an egg yolk reduced to foam. The froth of the sky has […]... Read More
