zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoIt's just all so... NormalThe air was so heavy, so cold... It filled my lungs, gripped tight and refused to leave. My feet finally stopped as I…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoTail lightSigh Things out here were silent, between jackal howls and a few of the owls leaving their tree perches. A deafening…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoTurnThere it was... That familier bitter cold on fingertips and to the bones of feet and legs... And everywhere.…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoBurn...There never really is a beginning, middle and end... in anything. It's this continual wave, grabbing and pulling at…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoBellum...I keep counting... Counting to the last day we talked Counting to the last day you messaged Counting as each day…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoFeel... Felt...The phone buzzed and the screen lit up "I miss you. Why are you so quiet?" I stared at the screen, as if trying to…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoSee...From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own That clean, unclouded blue of the sky after days of rain... The…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoChaos...From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own "we should get inside", she held her hand out to me and all I…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoSpring mornings...From my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own The "creepy tree" in it's central space in view from the coffee…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoConfessionsTaken from my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own That feeling in my chest still had a hold of me. Tight and…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoHereafter...Originally written under my other pen name in 2016 - from my blog: athouse9.blogspot.com Image: own The alarm woke…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoHyetophile...Sinking into the cracks... deep, jagged... too many to count. The overcast sky outside said it was ok to feel this…zoocatty (33)in #writing • 7 years agoFaceless....The coffee was cold, not even worth warming fingers around the painted ceramic... The night breathed a heavy, frigid…zoocatty (33)in #poetry • 7 years agoVivereThe spaces were a little dusty A little dark And silence rang, deafening As if nothing else ever had... Would…zoocatty (33)in #life • 7 years agoFacelessThe coffee was cold, not even worth warming fingers around the painted ceramic... The night breathed a heavy, frigid…