Recollection (1)

Minute-poem

There are times when I re-read what I wrote,

Finding myself in awe and shock of my own quotes,

It was as if I was estranged, betrothed from my world,

The times had I lie into the Devil's palm and twirled,

To dance for an unseen presence's amusement,

To dance until my mind is wholly shooken,

Only to return to my mortal body much later,

To be greeted with a desk full of word-riddled papers. 

- Stu. T.H. (November 16, 2023)

Author's Note

The daily dose of mediocre poems until I pump out more works worth your gaze. I'm working on "Our little Secret(s)" chapter 2, a silly sapphic fiction project, please check it out if you think it's interesting, or wait until it's wholly finished... Have a good day and stay awesome, everyone!