
Poetry
Landscape
I am lost along the rolling hills of your shoulders, a speechless prophet
worshiping an aloof god.
I am lost along the rolling hills of your shoulders, a speechless prophet
worshiping an aloof god.
Lindsay escapes her humdrum life in the Real by diving deep into her AI-enhanced virtual universe. But the ether is always listening, and there’s a high price to pay for play.
Either she broke her lovers or they bored her to tears. Then she found the perfect boy-toy. How far would she go to keep him?
© Alyssa Forelsket 2023