The crowd is
the crowd
You’re either in
or you’re out
The crowd is
always the crowd.
The crowd is
the crowd
You’re either in
or you’re out
The crowd is
always the crowd.
Around me, said the cat, there was a close and blinding grey mist enveloping all.
I crouched with my eyes closed, listening to the rain and the wind.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”
Good.
You conjure
demons again
allude to fearful
details glorifying
your self-declared
Divinity
painting Other
as death cloud.