I entered this world, eager to leave
Until we collided
You caressed my name with your tongue
And stitched my heart to freedom
Twenty years
Of laughter, deaths and tragedy
Of homebuilding and certainty
Twenty more
My (minimum) wish
I’m slow and not quite done
Stitching yours just as free
About the Creator
Lily Séjor
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Good evening, my name is Samuel I'm a poet and journalist I would love to read some of your work, and build community would love if you could check some of my work out as well-!
How I've missed reading your writing, Lily! This has such a beautiful progression to it. It's hard to make so many pivots in so few words, but you make it look easy!
Powerful first line! The other that I marveled at the genius of was, "You caressed my name with your tongue," Brilliant writing focus.