2015 Writober 9: Fuck you Fireworks

Let me tell you

Just how much I hate you

Fucking fireworks

Brain Freeze

A bolt in the skull

Freezing the thoughts in the brain

Unable to write

Quit It, Winter

The snow has fallen

The world it so very white

That’s enough, winter

Ghost Skull

 Ghost skull, oh ghost skull

Eater of such doom and gloom

Is there joy in you?

Skunks!

The skunks sat sweetly

Waiting like duotone puffs

Catching sparks of light