Pocket Fiction


Published July 14, 2017 in I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments


Flew too high, fell too hard.

Got wax all over everything.

Punished for getting too close,
guilty for being too bold.

Ruined it for everyone.

Of course, his father was really to blame.

Being all crafty and inventive,
locking up the big bull headed stud.

Labyrinth makers can’t be trusted,
they always kiss and tell.

Assemblage by Maklin Ryan

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