Wednesday, January 9, 2008

That Burning Thirst

by Robert Gryfft

I close my eyes and inhale.

I am surrounded by souls. Humans' crude physical forms are meaningless to me. It is their essence I crave.

Inhale: their souls sway, tethered by their tenuous threads.

Exhale: souls lazily bob away from me.

The threads are so thin. Just a little pull...

I can see you. Beautiful.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

...please where can I buy a unicorn?