A weary commuter, high on coffee and low on sleep, allows her auto pilot to take her back to work. The mercury dances, just one degree from hades, overheating an overcrowded highway. Chaos all around, this is no traffic symphony, but a free for all, a cacophony of pending disaster.
Thought I’d give this format a try, it makes for an interesting challenge!
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
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I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
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That was really good.
Thank you! That means a lot, especially from your good self 🙂
😄 welcome