Zebra Red

Micro-poetry stanza’s based on the word bank prompt below posted by Kellie Elmore (an extraordinary writer) for: #FWF…

How do I make sense of this? It leaves me breathless. As I stare into the dark abyss….

“Stop right there sheriff!”Â the masked man said with a grin.Â The sheriff upon hearing the voice behind…

Into the deep darkness we hide Gripping the wings of fear we ride The light is unafraid to…

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