The Writober Finale

These are my responses to the final Writober prompt post Fear of Death. OctPoWriMo Living With Fear of Death Color of the distant object deceivesThe slice of cloud dismembered from the skybecomes filthy while falling and floating byThe dead end road ends abruptlyI can’t taste the poison but it’s thereI will never hear his voiceContinue reading “The Writober Finale”