Rachel Moretti

Joined January 2018

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Writing is more than just a hobby but a lifestyle. It’s as important as breathing, because when you’re a writer your words, characters, and lovers will never die. There’s something powerful to that, and something magical with sharing it.

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The Vase
She is small, thin and fragile. Unlike the inclining curve, sway and depth of the vase. She will never be the Pageant queen, unafraid of collecting dirt in her core bitten nails. While the vase, in comparison, is sheer porcelain, and regal perfection.
By Rachel Moretti8 years ago in Poets
The Man with the Crow Feather
Like a murmured tune from an obscure song he's buried in the crevices of my memory. His face merely a flicker, an ember, burning from a secondhand fire, alighting my mind.
By Rachel Moretti8 years ago in Poets
Small Moment of Happiness
White cracked lips, snow kissed face, as she breathes in the snow flakes, exhaling the cold smoke that accumulates through the brisk air. Her dark brown hair, is huddled under her hood, as she shakes uncontrollably. Her pale blue eyes, like the arctic, reflecting a scream drowned in her throat.
By Rachel Moretti8 years ago in Poets

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The Vase

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