Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



October seventh

She ran out of mercy Stretched her arms around the sun And burned Long walks about the night Began to quench the thirst But naught could soothe the skin She ran out of patience Stretched her neck into the well... Continue Reading →


Some say that it is not the destination, but the journey... I have more. In blackness we walk, clouds that never burst But always swell, are the only sky. Surround us. Corners are turned, unleashing the creatures that don’t exist.... Continue Reading →

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