deepundergroundpoetry.com

Blind Dates

The question hung in the air
like a fish on a hook
flopping and writhing
gills pulsing

It was quite miserable, really.
I never did like fishing.
Written by GentleStorm
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 645
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:22am by Josh
POETRY
Today 8:22am by Abracadabra
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:08am by SweetKittyCat5
COMPETITIONS
Today 3:48am by Gahddess_Worship
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:20am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 1:13am by Josiah