Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.

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Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.