Erin W M

Joined May 2021

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Mother of three lovely flames that burn the stars. Two partners that help me keep them fueled with music and laughter. Three cats, one dog and a lemonburst ball python. We are a puzzle of chaos, constantly finding our pieces.

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Let Fall the Sun
A day, a time, one note is mine. A moon, a line, a kiss so fine. Your lips, my skin, it's not a sin. This fire will end, you as my kin.
By Erin W M2 years ago in Poets
The Magician's Assistant
Dancing little words of mine instant in their call. Still for just a moment’s time trying hard to stall.
By Erin W M3 years ago in Poets
Ancestor
My steps, follow yours. In me, you echo through time. My story, your blood.
By Erin W M3 years ago in Poets
The Reset
Come in Mr. Doe and we’ll get started. Would you like some tea? It’s best to be hydrated. No? Very well. Have a seat. Yes, right there. Comfortable? Oh, did you get a snap? Hazards of shag carpeting, I never know when one of my clients will be shocked. But it does add to the mystique of being a personal hacker. Let’s see, where did your bit of trouble start? Right, right your file is…I found it,yes.
By Erin W M3 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Clear Blue
Oh brightest days hue, Sing flight to my tethered soul Steal my blues away
By Erin W M3 years ago in Poets
The Unboxing
It was such a tiny thing, the box. The drone that dropped it off wasn’t much bigger, it looked like it could barely hold the envelope that came with it. The only reason George saw it was because of the large white envelope that was settled on his ‘Come in, We’re Dead’ welcome mat. One of the many leftover holiday decorations that he didn’t bother to change. What was the point, after all? The magic was gone.
By Erin W M3 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Architect
Molten violence Mercurial reconstruction A Mountain's reno
By Erin W M3 years ago in Poets
The Letter
You look so peaceful, laying there, so still for a moment that my heart skips a beat. But then you smile, your paper-skin covered hand reaching up to pat my cheek, and I remember to breathe. The moment passes and I help you sit up. That immensely slow, gentle pace of your own time, so that the creaks and pops of a stiff morning body are kept to a minimum. I used to be frustrated by this, impatient. But today is our special day. I can have patience today.
By Erin W M4 years ago in Confessions

Erin W M

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Let Fall the Sun

The Magician's Assistant

Ancestor

The Reset

Out of the Clear Blue

The Unboxing

Mother's Architect

The Letter

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