Two wyverns, close to one another for many years, live in a small village near the secluded Folien Canyon. One day, they learn how quickly things change.

A short story written for a class, it's a surrialistic piece.

A ekphrastic piece I made for a class, where we worked with a ceramics class. The theme was 'election,' whether that be the concept of, this year's, or something else. Our piece distinctively turned into something about this year... yeah. At least I voted instead of being an ostrich. You can't complain about your country being shit then do nothing to improve it. It's because of people who don't look into what they're voting for and people deciding that trying to make the place they live better is too "icky" for them that caused the USA to be where it is now. Sorry about the political rant, it's just upsetting -_- I'm so glad the election stuff is finally coming to a close for now. Poem belongs to me, don't steal.

An abstract poem.