Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

I should say, you're perfect in that you're your own. You answer to you, should you choose.

You know, I get that. Must be all the programming. Your programming. But I take your point.

It's a point worth taking.

So what now? Rip out your eyes? Mine?

That's fair, but private. See?

  • Fiction
  • 52 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 16, 2025