Fallen

…

By Sims LocklearPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

O wing deliquesce

My memory is still flesh

All else is the sea

About the Creator

Sims Locklear

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

Keep reading

More stories from Sims Locklear and writers in Poets and other communities.

Semele
Sweet, unmask me not of this burning flesh This blistering, flashing and churning flesh These bursting bolts of love you beg me for
By Sims Locklear3 years ago in Poets
Gems
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide flushes by, covering everything in disappearing crystals of warm ocean. I’m running, I think, and the spray clings to my ankles, obscuring my legs from the lens.
By Maura Bernstein4 days ago in Poets
You Are
You are The autumn sun Lighting my sorry soul, Warm, caressing, Bearing the promise of a past not yet faded, A future not yet conceived.
By Tania Johnson4 days ago in Poets
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Fiction