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But what is closure when all is a brumous garden of homesick trains? When whispers are broken kisses where karma sleeps in starry betweens? It supposedly stood before us like smoke on night's horizon: dear mum in nocturnal dress—evil's villainess with terrified shanks. https://t.co/bTP5Tk99Oo

4 22
2023-04-05

Passionate sunshine blooms over the trees, making stars between the leaves. Our voices go where their poetry moves in timeless growth, catching orchid dreams as webs weep a potion for shadows in our ribcages. Home in the distance. Roses broken on our lips.

28 81
2023-03-08

'It was nothing more than rhythm. A cycle. She could bear it, because she had born it before. She would do so again. Because the light was worth it. Even in the knowledge of coming darkness.'


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by Seven Springrain

2 23
2023-03-01

'Now, there are some to whom this is the beginning of a perfect life. But that is what those who have only read or dreamed fairy tales might think.'


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by Lady Viktoria

5 27
2023-02-22

'[T]here was nothing to see. Only a sound. The breath of a ghost who had paid attention enough to remember how hard it was to live.'


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by Seb McKinnon

2 18
2023-02-01

You're a dose of always in a world of maybes & nevers. Softly marked in somedays, my cold skin has shed its haunted addiction to the decaying. It remembers its malleable youth in watercolour & effulgent galaxies. A precursor to better vision, my every breathes.

62 192
2023-01-11

She’d been imagining this day for all of Braden’s life, running through a hundred different scenarios, thinking about variables, different routes they might take.

And now that the moment was here, she had no idea where they were going.

3 18
2022-01-19

Val shifted the gun and fired a burst over his shoulder. The report cracked, and the muzzle flash lit up his face.

“Oh, my God!” he screamed, his hand going to his ear.

0 9
2021-12-02

For a moment, the only sounds in the world were the woman’s sobbing and the sound of Jessica’s own heart, which in the face of death raced as if it had to pound out a certain number of beats before it was stilled forever.

2 20
2021-10-13

I'd prayed on graceful wraiths to swing my cold body to hands warm like the dandelion ropes I used to leave in the sun--but knew sacrifices spidered our town & "helpers" would sooner suck blood off entrails axed & skewered in selfishness. 3

11 59
2021-10-06

“You want me to kill Theresa,” said Bowen.

“It’s time,” said Jones-McMartin. “She’s languished enough. It’s time to give her some peace.”

1 13
2021-09-22

It’s time for my very first !
“He is ethereal; handsome beyond compare and Andor is beginning to think, perhaps religion is not so terrible if it means worshipping at his feet”
Feat. Art of Andor by
@/AloeVieraB !

1 2
2021-09-16

Jessica hated violence. She’d rather get beaten up than to do harm to someone else. That had been why she and her sister had fallen out. Jessica had taken it as a betrayal when her sister had joined the Marines.

3 17
2021-09-01

Barely visible over the tops of the trees, the half-moon stared down at them like a drowsy eye only half-interested in what happened below.

2 25
2021-08-25

Just now, time seemed like the worst enemy of all.

1 15
2021-04-07

His face looked older than his age. It was his narrow eyes and the way his mouth was firmly set—like someone who knew he had to do something that was going to hurt and was just working up the will to do it.

3 18
2021-03-31

"The best lives are lived w/ simple heart," Halmeoni said. "All are leaders and sheep cresting opulence as feathery snow, all may fall w/ wonder or sorrow, all may melt... 1/2

14 47
2021-02-17

Tears streamed his cheeks, and the grief in his face twisted her heart like someone wringing water from a cloth.

4 32
2021-02-17

“I love you,” he says. “But when I get home, I’m going to try to work things out with my wife.”

Wife.

The word feels like a sliver of ice sliding down her throat––the kind that gets caught in your gullet and cuts like a knife until it melts.

4 32
2021-01-27

She had found the seed of a thought and fertilized it, made it grow, turned into something that would bear fruit.

1 22
2020-12-03