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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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It was
as if we'd burned
from the same sun,
flames stretching
to heavens
palatable
to dioptric eyes.
How long has it been
since we'd met
in dapatical spirit?
You with hypotheses
never tested,
me, daring not
to pull you
to earth
just yet.

14 56

Her laughter
melts
on my cheeks,
the day
too warm
for a powder sugar heart
to fill
an emptiness
in my core,
and still,
I feel it
cooling
the burning upset
from my eyes
midst how it pools
and aches
in spring nostalgia.

6 37

Sirens called them to Finisterre where the sea split what was beastly from Prince Adam's deviled heart. His maudlin wails avalanched the curse, prompting a deep breath of change; & the rose petals scattered in a gust.

7 50

Sweet decay stirred in the air, greeting my choking breaths w/ potency. As I blinked away eye crust, my blurred vision came to clear view of my cat atop some creature on my chest. "Great," I muttered. "Demon instead of mouse."

4 30

I spied shapes
far below sky's abendrot,
dim shadows
held on rained earth,
waiting
for a burning
to pass.
Will we return
to a nothing
absolute,
or an everything
that will last
in flaking colours
within human pollution
for a day?

8 36

My father's delicious enhanced beans may merit protein levels that rival meat, but the gas that follows consumption feels very much like the fire of spicy foods. Anyone in the way would be lucky to survive the noxious outblowing.

2 38

Our vim kept us awake until the late morning. We'd nearly given up after her mom's third attempt with bedtime stories but it was as though our blood bubbled into sentience when mean shadows dipped toward the beds.

6 40

Sunset tingles w/ silhouettes
cocooning wistful sighs
home bound
on singing cattails,
it dances high
on toasted passion
w/ its reclusing
twilight veil,
& it has become
a vessel
of our ghosts
of adoration
in a locked away seclusion.

11 39

We paced on silent concord, hands connected. I think we'd both grown tired of walking around dern shadows for months on end, hoping someone wouldn't find out and tell our parents everywhere we'd been more than friends.

4 25

With no companions inside, she began to tire of singing to stone walls & took to filing her teeth. Winter's short days went. Her pistol gaze kept but that appetite grew & grew—& so, Snow White finally had Stepmother's heart.

5 41