Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Ignore me guys…

I can’t count up to five.

On Revelation

Long penned to her chest,
their foreshadowed longings just
melt like mascara.

I never finish six word stories.


Seems I always lose the plot.

She said, “Such carelessness is unbecoming.”

Word 6 six word word six.