ONE, TWO, THREE, four, five, six. The weekly six is here once more, this time serving up a slightly more poetic vibe with the expected horror element still lurking. Have a gander:
They stood, yet simultaneously were falling.
Virtual hugs, from them. No electric.
They bled sand; Time and life.
Light under door, broken by shadow.
Skulls decorated the beach like pebbles…
13 hour operation. Personality still intact.