Firefly

Bottle

Mask

Porridge

Zoom

Lethargy

Treeline

Heat

Strange

Cottage

 

The zeal to write is dead.

I think lethargy pulled the trigger,

Or took flight on the wings of a firefly.

Or maybe, the intense heat of emotions

Finally turned my writings into a pot of porridge,

To be fed to the monsters struggling with my sanity.