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Epistolary, Stories
Love Letter
Your eyes, painted pictures, on the canvas, that was my body. Drawing out lines of laughter, frowning wrinkles and greying hairs with invisible paint. You drew out a map of my heart. The arteries and veins, created roads and bridges, upon which your name ran and danced. The blood flowing through the rivers of my […]
Hot Topics, Poetry
On Pottery
They could never seem to capture my silence, It was a thick rigidity that filled the air, Heavy. Dense. They heard my music even though I could not sing A yet shapeless, Formless thing. And they spun me Tighter and tighter, Pulling me tautly Against their calloused hands Giving my amorphous body Shape. Delicate, meandering […]