A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles August 20, 2017July 10, 2017 26 Words

Heartbeat

Push, pull, beat beat beat
Underneath the stomping feet
Lush with force which pushes up
Serenading the half filled cup
Exiting, exit, exiting the dripping meat

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A. A. MacConnell

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