#FF — Cultivating the End

Cultivating the End I am insect to them, confined to tunnels. Eyeless, I crawl along smooth corridors, sensing where stone is cool, sniffing the air, listening for jangle of keys — and the cries of my children. I am queen of my species. Try as I might, I cannot stop my eggs from pouring forth….

dVerse Q251 — Bonfire

Bonfire Marshmallows,puffed up squishy gangs,want to stay that way; But as is in the way of things,their pasty conglomerationis not to remain. Skewer-stabbed, one by one,soft white skin chars,blackened and crisped,force compressionedbetween chocolateand grahaminto goo. I am today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday, where we are to write a 44-word poem using some form of…