Mellow Yellow Puffs of angry jets twist around the mellow haze, that which angelic corpses suck. Their days are numbered, but do they care? AS life is steadily plucked from their lungs. SO soothing so soothing each mending breath of fresh air, drawn in like the last meal, some heavy flume of gaseous death. Its scent lingers, like a predator upon its prey. Today is their last, though she doesn't know. With her yellow glinting eyes, and bruised eyebags. There sits inside amongst the tarmac- a ticking time bomb, belike a benign tumour, not sure. Gone. Many rellies cancerous, but you saw no connection. And down you go in your skeleton dress(like some wilting rose) whiffing past in your mellow yellow haze. Those were your days.
great work with this one, there's a great flow and the images are fresh... and the wind down towards the end was most excellent! I enjoyed this one much, thanks!
"And down you go in your skeleton dress(like some wilting rose) whiffing past in your mellow yellow haze" I love this part!! Yay Lozi, you rock, baby!
