a bucolic meadow

Nikayla wrote:Prompt: 'stone hearts, bleeding red' gifted by @ScarlettFire in a jam!

stone hearts - Number Sixty-six

stone hearts, bleeding red.
the scent of strawberries in
the amorous air.

The last line makes me think the air has armor on, but I understand you meant smelly <3 I just thought it was a cute turn of phrase.

Nikayla wrote:Midnight - Number Seventy-Nine

I roam the hallways at midnight,
a phantom. Standing idle at the
refrigerator, I bring the jug to
pale lips. I leave it out for mother
to chide me for in the morning.
I learn the expense of milk.

I like that the poem is very step by step, but I feel like it could be better without punctuation at all given the sleepy nature of it. I mean, we have the same sentence structure for all of these so it's pretty obvious what is and is not a sentence. Just lowercase everything, and no commas or periods. It could be fun to play with it like that.