by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 26, 2023
Swallow the Fog He stands upon the land, by which the water meets Roiling, richoting, riotous, And his house, it looms behind. Too bland, I think, to ever belong, In the hands of such a man. I blink, it stays, Encapsulated by the mist, now curling past his lips, Sharp...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 26, 2023
Veil of Mirrors The vaguest of reflections blur Along the smokey windowpane. A child sits across from you, On the other side Features hidden by the dappled light. A wall of glass, a veil of mirrors, Separates the two of you. You sit here among texts and books, While...
