The grill lay low on sand The smell of salty water mixed with the homelessness of the poor fish on the grill tossing and turning into a roast
Some miners are digging in my throat There's a passageway they ignore and dig and shovel to the other side the soft ground of my gullet feels tender as I swallow The miners have heavy built even with floods passing and the meatballs dropping they still cling on tight to the walls of my throat I am waiting for them to leave but it's only noon right now
Let the moon hit its apex,
when the world falls into silence,
hear my call. The darkness
will consume you.
There’s a witch in my closet, trying to fly her broom which is also in the closet.
I don’t have my wand with me, and I am kinda scared of that witch
she keeps saying bad words
her mommy must have been Bellatrix’s relative
I dunno but what do I do?
Can you please help?
P.S: I am a muggle and in first year of Hogwarts. I haven’t learnt defensive spells yet
When lost in the forest of wrongs,
encountered by a trio of beasts,
Dante sees the light of divine love,
only to be eventually guided through
The nine circles of hell
This post is in response to the daily prompt Reach by Daily Post.