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His problem was not the fun he was made of for trying a magic spell.
His problem was that his apocalypse spell actually worked.
His problem was that his apocalypse spell actually worked.
Literature
The Past
To leave the past behind
is to gain wisdom for the future
never looking back only forward.
#showyourheart :heart:
Literature
Cur in the weeds
Cur in the weeds
grown restless with winter
recalls the hands, the knuckles, that knead
—his spine —his belly —his limbs
recall the hands that knead,
recoil and heave
recoil, and heave
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
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Just a little something written on a whim because I was inspired.
I think I barely avoided making it a real one-shot.
I think I barely avoided making it a real one-shot.
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Muy Bueno.