Dissonance is the sound of our home.
Joyous symphonies fall apart,
Orchestrated by broke hearts.
Miscommunications,
Turn to horrid verse.
Left with regrets.
We’ve fallen
out of
love.
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Michaela Mewherter
I’m just another broke person trying to make it in this world. Yes, I meant that figuratively and literally. I have no money and am sad. Please read my stuff and help me out! 😭🙏🙏
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From The Bunker to The Sky
"We’ll be out soon, little one.” The woman looked down at the tiny infant in her arms smiling warmly. Many generations had survived in the bunker. She was grateful hers would be the last. Nuclear war had ended life above ground, and radiation took away any possibility of that life until today. The bunkers filtration system was clocking the radiation at stable levels, meaning the air from outside was becoming clean.
By Michaela Mewherter5 years ago in Fiction
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Miscommunication sucks.