Dump your unwanted prose here. It doesn't have to be serious; it can be batshit insane. I don't give a fuck. But it shouldn't have story elements or much of a plot, and it's even better if it's short. I'll start.... This is Untitled \t \t \t In the tunnels, southern eyes were eloping--together, yet apart; focused, but alone. They’d relished in longing for so long. Desire unearthed happiness with time. They grew into mollusk shells, embracing the wasting days with flighty hope. After tidal waves of anguish came and washed them out to sea, starfish clang to their faces, and suckled away their skin. Bones and hollowness—lain out to dry, before the gulls and their clacking bills. Nothing was anything in the end. How stunning they were, to the onlookers from the beach—garish abysses of devotion, coiled in unison, glistening in the midday sun. Bury them, it was ordained. And so I walked down to their grave, placing roses, but the ocean washed them away. And the sand wouldn’t hold them; nothing stayed. But I suppose that’s how life is--every fragment of our humanity is stuck in unruly sway. This is Providence \t Where can be the color of my voice? The inner chords of my larynx are sprawled like carpets on satiny midnight avenues. Is purpose manifested in this unraveling? How do you follow a strand of cognizance if it’s all split ends? We only carry the weight so far; backs break, legs weaken, and night collapses on our heads. New day, different beginnings, but it’s always the same story full of digression. Gray matter wrinkles, and the skin tightens around my temple. I can’t anoint providence in the rain. SO yeah. Comment, post more, criticize, it's whatever man.