#AmWriting

1000 good-byes and it all
flitters away, into
new horizon
the sun's upside down
and some alien force rips up
weeds from the ground.
Polarized
divided, there's #North
and there's
South.
We all spread apart
like some
warped
piece of art.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/mXSKXvKQFF

— Tricia (@triciasankey) September 9, 2022

#amwriting @whistlestopcoffee pic.twitter.com/rMCmAso6W3

— Tricia (@triciasankey) September 9, 2022

And sometimes he complained
that no one could look at him straight on

for it was the moon they all watched

one day he kissed her in the sky
and their shadow shined!#vss365 #kiss #shadow

*My pic pic.twitter.com/wwsESn8MsH

— Tricia (@triciasankey) September 8, 2022

I remember your #smile as we pranced through
midnight sky and danced the milky way

as constellations circled
and our senses began to fray

We became one you and I
in a sea of bright eyes
until we sank

breathless tangled up
in silk skies#WriteMap

— Tricia (@triciasankey) September 5, 2022

The terror of dying wasn't as concerning as the bright light behind him.

Then it spoke, "Come now, don't dawdle."

He turned and ran. That voice! No!

The #light stretched through the tunnel with a growing speed, and he didn't dare turn back.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/GjtgyG7tL1

— Tricia (@triciasankey) September 2, 2022