Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Song of Death

The smog hung smugly on to the skyscrapers 

Claiming their victory over the land of zombies 

 

A yellow flower almost imperceptibly crept its head up through a crack on the concrete floor 

 

For what it’s worth, a child deprived of her fair share of happiness plucked the life out of the only green

 

The Machines never cease their triumphant trumpets

◄ Prayer

Chasing the squirrel ►

Comments

Profile image

Tapashree Roy

Wed 6th Nov 2019 14:12

@emilia callahan glad you liked ?

Emilia Callahan

Wed 6th Nov 2019 13:36

I like this one. It feels futuristic but also like where our society seems to be heading.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message