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Writer/literary editor/blogger/vegetarian. In my free ti—Ooh, maple syrup! *ahem* I write YA, SF&F, Contemporary, poetry, Horror. 안녕하세요 My words are under my ©.
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My heart pines for Saturday evenings of pudding on funnel cakes after department store walks. For all the chatter and squeaky shopping cart wheels, I found silence where all amplified. This house is just silent.

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Immature skin w/ beastly eyes hold life's nectar in their hands, capturing devil's truth & angel's lie in small breaths that provide no escape. What sharp teeth when demanding you answer a toy phone. 359

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Headstones & flowers are the salt & pepper of graves, loved ones' deaths in queued public markings. It's common for strangers to hesitate when walking those grounds. Especially since Uncle Matthew's ghost is always shrieking until his throat's sore.

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Fugacious weepings,
splintered virga,
imponderous
darkberry butterflies
in endless pocketfuls
of heartstrings' notes.

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She succoured those unable to inherit the monarchy's good health, waiting for quiet nights that belied serenity as visitors demanded a donation. She of the fae, humming poems to the stars.

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Before we knew
strangers
would rather
us burn,
child's eyes held
cat's curiosity
& another's tears
prompted
only kindness,
for the world
hurts
their own way,
heals
their own way,
& I am
homesick
for yesterdays
when tomorrows
were brighter.
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The forgotten nameless prince had ostracized himself from a seemingly futile fight, tying slings to his back as others' lips blued. "Prejudice is unwelcome," he thought, opening insurrection's smoke flare.

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We are all luminous, leading one another to safety. Our truth lies in words that the false see as fiction—trailing sighs feathering ink, spilled stutters on stepladders, pen pal letters between margins.

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Charcoal rain
wafting
from eyes,
cornflower irises
in syzygy
with paradise,
an abluvion.

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Deceit lays on desperate tongues, having manifested from seeded betrayal. When spoken, it waits for love to breathe it in, coats lungs holding clear aired philosophies with an awkward, sweltering strain.

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