The Werewolf Queen and the Little Blue Bird
The little blue bird flew hither and thither, relaying their gifts 'til the poor thing looked quite withered. sculptures and poems, scrolls with images of creatures, many fantastical beasts these images did feature.
Poem #62: Colors Deep
Pleas i suffer in my reverie awaken all the sensual glee inside my mind dark fire burns smoke and incense burn and dance from the darkest memories and the brightest blurs are the instances i will learn syncopating a kind of trance against the withered
Masked Puppet
Placing the face upon the empty head, strings pierce through the actor's withered skin. reflections show the strings, contorting the novel mouth into a perfect smile. it looks so practical, so naturalistic. yet, it feels so fabricated.
Silence
Either we fought without words to keep ourselves together but the waters were keeping spilling out i wanted to say something but emptiness took me you sat there fiddling with nothingness helplessness had become our common friend the trees began to wither
Pick-sure...
Others i find, have a dream worth it's chase risking it all, they show the battles each day on their face signaling to time, more is wanted, for the journey they desire we throw more frozen fears in to life's fire slowing embers, saving parts from withering
The Gray Ranger: Unforgiven, Chapter Forty Nine
Chunks of gray skin, bone, and muscle rained down on them from above, already withering away like kulgan's extra body parts did after he twisted.
The end-thing...
If anyone can hear when my eyes tear i scream silently among the rubble of memories so sweet i buckle at thoughts so pure, they seem above as i grovel at the futures feet i'm gone, the shell that's been through hell carries on for some reason my withered
A Trap I Laid
Alone, a man... and how, alone, i wither.
The Little Things
withered, dark branches moved like the craggily hands of a witch, working her magic onto the pups playing below. the cocker spaniel pups affably tossed a white, slightly frowzy ball back and forth.
Nightmare
As i walk on the withered earth, an omnious, dark wind brushed my right hand, leaving a mark of death. a bell sounds to the west. i turn in the direction of the toll, hoping for a warmth of another being to embrace me.
Amber Scenery
The grass has withered under foot, a hardened ground, with muffled sound. stripped bare of garb the trees are shamed, the wind will sigh, and they shall die. the amber has begun its shift into a frozen winter drift.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 5) Mean Gene W24
I blinked, trying to snap out of the hallucination but the wallpaper remained an intertwining mess of withering beauty and never-ending hunger. _something died a long time ago? or something withered?