A.C. Dongo was born in Paris, grew up in California, and resides in New York.
Hills
we ran hard for the hills
thinking they were mountains
trenches of the unknown lurking
the crisp air vivifying all
burning our fears
we had no choice
standing tall with dire illusive dreams
on overlaid cotton candy clouds
the musty sight of dreadful ghosts
ignited our footsteps like fleeting fireflies
we shouted and the wistful winds replied
to the echoes of our heave-hoing hearts
we ran hard for the hills
thinking they were mountains
stupendously slipping on pebbles.