I'm a trained chef, who writes when inspiration strikes.
I like poems with rhythm, and all mean something to me, if not anyone else. 5 followers / 653 words
The relentless sound of the sky exploding, shattering into a thousand shards. Flashes of light overhead, trench Romanticism at play. Oxygen becomes smoke, sulfur watered eyes.
I love Bonfire Night. Happy Pyromania Day, everyone.