on Mars and moth

Man-made machines flying will not satiate humans' dreaming from the clouds to the moon, even Mars is under planning. A brave moth hunting for the fire that can burn its metal wings. — 07.21.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales, Week 181 If you want to… Continue reading on Mars and moth

w i n t e r g u m s

Cold against the bare skin of warm, deep-lined palm, colder like a December midnight against the tastebuds of tongue. Brick-hard on top of a hand— so fragile and so soft. Sweet, chewy 'side the calcium cave with teeth-made loft. Perhaps, humans are winter gums— sugar-coated, guarded, armored at first glance, melting, undressing, when inside a… Continue reading w i n t e r g u m s

dust and breaths

seasons inevitably change. a tree transforms from a yellow green bud-baby to a daring, scarlet lady to a bare and naked oldie. humans will inevitably fade. a mortal body from its innocent infancy grows bones after bones, endures scars after scars, wrinkles skin after skin, expires cell after cell. fleeting cloud of dusts and fading bag of… Continue reading dust and breaths

Nefarious

Nefarious: A Nonet* The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g as grief’s black smoke covers beings, billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling, caused by all and nothing, maybe humans just love killing ‘til earth ends with nothing, none. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!) *The… Continue reading Nefarious