different

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way. Her long auburn hair fell across her back, and she held a wicked-looking sword in her left hand. A short, dark purple cape lay across her shoulders, coming to a point in the middle of her back. The hem of a red, leaf-like skirt swooped from her left mid-thigh to her right ankle, and she wore intricately-designed combat boots. She had an air of authority, commanding, but not terrifying. She looked like she could beat anybody in a fight.
 

ZAP

VT

20 years old

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  • Poetry

    By ZAP

    Autumn leaves

    This year, the leaves feel new.
    I have seen them every fall
    as far back as I can remember,
    but this year
    the colors are different,
    more vibrant.
    They stand out in a way
    that I have never seen.
    I tried to take a picture

  • Poetry

    By ZAP

    Orange

    I didn’t know the moon could be orange
    Not the color of a pumpkin, not quite
    Almost a pumpkin pie, but translucent
    With silver shining through

    It wasn’t full
    But made even more beautiful
    By the imperfection

  • Poetry

    By ZAP

    Spinning

    Spinning and spinning and spinning

    Light feet, dancing on the ground
    The dangerous game of balance
    One wrong step, a slip, a fall
    Streaks of colors
    The same tree, over and over again