Poetry · Writing

The Perfect Cast

Feeling of blue;

night life – half-life

three is a dream

laying in Valve hell.

Stranded in limbo

feeding frenzy

school massacre

and no one will

weep on their graves.

First day

fins up

submerged

in twilight focus

swarm of the locus

trails of bait lodged

and school scattered.

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