storage for my lil dudes


tbh I just wanted to write some naming dreams without like. looking for them

a treacherous orange spring bubbles from the muck

all he saw was teeth

white eyes glowed from amongst the hollyhock

wow I don't remember what this was supposed to be at all;

he crawled out of the lake on shaking, new-formed legs

"too bright!" she cried and curled her legs tighter around her face

dappled light and shadow played across her pelt, curled up in the afternoon sun

he peered pensively into the black night, watching. he knew they were out there. somewhere.

first a foxbun stole his dinner, then a branch fell on his head, then he was pelted with acorns from a territorial squirrel, then he couldn't find any dry wood...

the sun loomed high in the sky even though it was midnight

the black crow stole from shadow to shadow, listening and watching

water dripped from a frozen leaf. winter was over. it would soon be spring

smoke trailed from a pile of ashes enclosed in a chrysanthemum

roses bloomed from her eyes in stunning agony

in the dream, hours, decades, centuries passed, and he watched it all