Hover
On the door, a sign, it read,‘Peace is out.’Maybe out for a stroll.Inconsiderate most of the time.Out when needed the most, like a damn micromanager.Out in hours fogged with shadows. The storm cloud is inside,scraping her deadly boltsagainst the wall.Her wispy gown stretchedlifeless and grey in all directions,her breath seeps deep downthe bones. Still you smiled,but I sense the bottomlessnessin…


















