Alexandria McGinty
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A bicycle minister/choice full homeless man told me I would change the world one day. The man gave me a banana leaf that he folded into a flower and told me to “Just let it happen.” The man looked worried. I believed him. I absolutely have.
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Elixir
When a picture is blurry, is it truly because we could not hold still? There is a darkness that heralds... A darkness that makes us sick. Not of the like a sickness, but of all there is that is sick. A darkness you can hold on to without knowing it's there or how to rid of it's viral power. A magic that keeps one from knowing who or what one can look or are. A moving blackness of it's own palace traveling unto our bodies, that we categorize into names such as cancer. We fight what is it with our alchemy. These strands of black static possess a nostalgia to be, or to let be the usurper. Do we hark to it?
By Alexandria McGinty4 years ago in Fiction
