Daily – Page 28 – Melody Zhang

Bored for the next three hours. I will just stand here and look to god I suppose

God, clouds, and weather

Icarus gouged his eyes out when he flew

Allen wakes with the feeling of dread on his tongue. …The clock is ticking.

Somewhere down the block is the rift to another world.

never eat soggy waffles. or more like never soggy waffles eat

…I start this poem with a drawl.

“…where are we going?”

continuation of “heartstrings”

a murder scene.

…music box pitches for me to carry.