The absence of leaves
the quiet city streets of
Nature’s dark absence
The moon finds a space
He walks by rows of closed shops
of midnight Melbourne
A plain tree lingers
passion fleeting on King Street
He feels emptiness
Tag: Very Short Story
Adorned
You ascended to the stars and watch the way your love lives her life on Earth.
You bestowed the gifts of moonlight for her eyes, shards of sunlight to bronze her skin, and snowflakes to keep her skin dewy.
You continued to adorn her with gifts until she returned to you.
Herself
The house no one notices is where the person they call the witch lives.
Quiet, yet uncomfortably loud. That is how the world outside describes ‘the lady’.
Uninterested in the limelight, the shadows of home become her friend.
Surrounded by Literature, she is herself.
His Story
studying ancient civilisations
dreaming about being Nefertiti
a Queen with unprecedented power
reading about the god men of great worth
their glorious reigns with women behind
watching the stories told in His Story
No need to be Nice
As an experiment, she decided to work, watch, and wait.
An unwelcoming vibe initially felt like overthinking, until the gossipy clique started talking about the person who occupied her seat.
A long line of Lawyers shared her seat, so she worked, showed kindness, and was never nice.
Android
Flawless by design. The very nature of watching herself in the mirror stirs human-like emotions.
Her creator said, “They will never know she is an android. Such is her design. And, this will be their downfall“.
She, an 18-year-old, knows nothing of her future violence.
Gen X
Those days of darkness and
fingering the telephone circles.
It never occurred to us that we
would need a portable phone.
What a clash of generations,
we X’s remembering old times.
Someone said we are the bridge,
remembering the absence of AI.
We remember, so we must all die.
Hot Gas
Hands raised from the tiny pinnacle to a jeering crowd.
His lips flap, and his turkey neck does a little dance, as the crowd gathers momentum.
Talking nonstop about himself, he begins to sublimate until all that remains is hot gas.
The crowd, stunned into intelligence, retreats.
Wombatonia
They embraced the illegitimacy of the government’s rule.
Instead of protesting, they created their own micro-nation.
The Lord and Lady of the one-kilometre kingdom fly their own flag with a coat of arms which consists of a white escutcheon, a wombat, and a gold crown.
Lunch Break Thoughts
Watching the way the wind blows through the blooming buds of the ornamental pear trees.
I feel the petals, twigs, and random wrappers brush past my cheeks and legs.
The eventuality of my circumstances is within those random wrappers moving in the wind.
Living within the walls of an office was never for me.
C & K 