HorseradishCares

Hail comes down in dissatisfied splashes.I watch from a distance with liqoured eyes as they catch,clinging to your bare shoulders.You don't smile, though you blink,meaning I find you humorously human.

Heaven is an orchard,Though the trees that reside thereBear no fruit.Man swirls by clothed only in mist,Fog tingling at heels,Arms free to catch what is left of the wind.There is ...

“John?” he whispered sadly, as if moaning only to the mellowed wind. He didn't raise his eyes from the culled dirt beneath his bare feet, too afraid of nothing to ...