No need to conquer,
I take comfort at your feet -
Your peaks pain my neck.
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SKINNY-DIPPING
The absence of artificial light enabled him to see the stars, the heavens rendered naked by the scarcity of clouds. But theirs was not the nudity he wanted to admire. Heaven was here on earth tonight; every night for each of the past few weeks, and less than a hundred yards away. The paleness of her skin and the fullness of the moon allowed him to see a bit more than her mere silhouette; and even on a crisp November night, he felt a bit more of the heat and the shame that she stoked whenever he invaded her privacy night after night.
By Omar Gonzalez4 years ago in Horror
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
My Disappearance
Disappearance doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not a vanishing. It’s a thinning. A slow erosion of presence, a quiet fading at the edges of myself. The underwater mind pulls me down, the weight holds me there, and somewhere in the pressure and the dimness, I begin to lose definition.
By Elisa Wontorcik3 days ago in Poets
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth7 days ago in Fiction
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