Emma Filkoski (United States of America)() published:
PROMPT: Invisible Cities
Words that clumsily spill from our mouths and entangled themselves into being end up in Ordanza. They make up the bricks of buildings that will never be finished. A place where bubbling baby laughter can echo through air. Where, secrets have been made into fertilizer for flowers that never bloom. Lost thoughts hide behind corners. Some people say they can hear a woman singing. She sings a song that will make your eyes droop and become glazed like big pools...
10 months ago