Mara Papavassiliou
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Desert Druid 🏜// Writer 🐍
Speculative // literary // horror // nature
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House Party
Thin grease black layer of wine on her lip, she wipes it off and it rolls like sediment on the back of her hand. Ink of drunkenness. The laughing that was in her has soaked away in the cool of the bathroom. She licks teeth that are stained and don’t look good. Head spins. Maybe a small pang of nausea. Squandered her Sunday for this. Wine never agreed with her.
By Mara Papavassiliou4 years ago in Poets
Of Men and Mermaids
There is horror in her wide-grimace gape mouth. The shark is a living portrait of ‘The Scream’. Her body wallops the wood deck and the water on her skin leaves dark impressions of her pointed form. Her gills pump wild for water that isn’t there.
By Mara Papavassiliou5 years ago in Fiction
Light through the haze
“Where are you going?” Greg asks. The view at sunset is a blaze of fluorescence, and everything else a dark silhouette, like it’s all made of plasterboard and painted black, the backdrop to a school play. In the distance, there is a palm tree. A lone singular palm tree, not native to this land, that someone would've planted before all this happened, long dead and calcified.
By Mara Papavassiliou5 years ago in Fiction
