Chase opened the mini fridge. Wanna drink? He asked.No thank you and you shouldn’t either.Oh I definitely need one, besides it numbs the hunger. He grabbed a few of the tiny bottles from the door shelf.Then by all means get your drink on. Samuel chuckled. - S.L. Ross
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades. - Boris Pasternak