Temporal
Your bed sheet carvings
engraved on my arms,
and bite sized bruises
placed intricately upon
my flesh. Dissipation
prevails, and I forgot
the rest.
Whimsy n’ Cal
Whimsy set Cal free one night and he never came back. He took his instrument and played to the darkness, no doubt got sidetracked and hitched a semi down a three thousand mile stretch. Now Whimsy sat, waiting for Cal to return.
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