#narrative
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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Old t-shirts in the closetholiday decorations in the attic.The only once used, then forgotten,waffle iron and matching crock potnext to the glassware collection. The smile in the photograph but not really a smile.More a wry chucklebehind the sunglasses without a sound. The echo of their voices is in the walls of the house,not quite real,
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“What do you want to bebefore you’re retired?”The empty diaper box saidto the new microwave box,a much needed, albeit belated, wedding gift. “What do you mean?I thought we go straight to recycling,or that firepit I saw out backon my way in?”He replied perplexed, sides sleekin the kitchen light. The diaper box laughed,“Oh no sweetheart,There’s still
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The sun hides from view,what day is it anymore?Bloom quiet dusklight My branches slowly form limbs again, though tulipsstill grow from my hair. It’s then I hear thelantern light conversing withthe travel-worn tree. In one, the voice ismelody eager light, theother steady, warm. “She’s a long way fromhome,” the lantern says briskly,each word crisp cut
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I dream of the drumsYour kisses echodown the valley of menpoised for battlewith a whiskey keg.The goose is cooked,green laced wedding dresswith a flower crown. I dream of you in yarrowI dream of dandelion fluffI dream of me loving youI dream of you loving meI dream of our honeymoonMaking love within that lakeI dream of
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He glowed with secretsworn like armor, shielding whatuntold future lies____ I arranged myselfin pretty perfect patterns for you, did it work?___ I fold the whispersof sunset into my skirts,delight radiant. ___I revive my heart,only to cut more piecesoff, to give to you. ____Today I dreamed of copper skies, the line between fae and real world
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I make my way slowto the last elm tree, barrenon the cliffside coast. Treasuring the viewwaves crash, jolt sound, electricunderneath my skin. Committing endlesshorizons to memorysapphire dreamlight, pelican porpoise,pink shells shattered to powderfailure grasps meaning. Keeper’s last advicea din in my ears, “Bewareof the ice prince! Go to the Fae courtknowing, while you may yet
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Rogue sky, silk rippleseyes open to such wonders,to be alive now… I am the glade mindas I look upon sea-facedstranger, prism lit. His eyes captured myform uncovered languidlylaying at his feet A few winged fairiesfeigning modesty, hidingmy body’s valley. Knowing smiles gracehe knelt, white robe elegance in his hands for me. Speaking little morethan whispers,
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and
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Characters: Melody = Hippe Priestess Vibes Cc = Bizagoth Iggy = Mary Poppins Punk Yow = Cryptid good boy * Setting: Kitchen (I swear there’s other rooms in the house, I just really like this, so we’re going with it. Glad you agree, let’s go!) * Melody walks in carrying the mail, Iggy is sitting
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