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I
weep.
Tears
dance their salted pirouettes,
Etching
sorrow along my cherry slopes.
My
truth finds entry by mortal madness
And grows
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The April sky, whenever it peeked over the edges of the
world, was a soft, lazy blue, reminiscent of a newborn babe’s cheerful
eyes. At se..
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Joe separated from Jim moments after arriving at Corps
Headquarters. A tall, harsh building stuck off-center in Sector Three, Dash,
Four, it was..
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“Please come in Malcolm.”
Xander gazed impassively at the impish man, struggling to control his
repulsion flooding his nostrils, lik..
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“No! No! Don’t touch me! Please!
Please!”
Trent watched, helplessly, as Gemma tossed and turned, lost
to the ravaging torme..
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The timer’s crescendo, seconds before the world plunged
back into chaos, didn’t come with trumpets and blazing chariots. Armageddon d..
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A fantasy horror set in the days following the collapse of a Dystopian society.
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A vibrant crimson and gold sunset greeted the sky as it
watched over Kapitol City. Gently, a cool breeze danced from the nearby Pearl
Bay, and s..
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Somewhere at the brink of madness, before the precipice
where the moral mind buckles, a man could find deeper truths. Reality fractured along the fra..
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A poem I wrote earlier this year
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