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Auction
Auction
The faceless ones are chittering in their fancy suits
As they sip sparkling wine—don’t they know that dulls their wits?
My throat is burning, vocal cords worn from the constant calling -
Scream
One day, when the itching-crawling was
Too much to bear, I stood at the bottom
Of my driveway, tilted back my head
And screamed up at the clear blue sky —
There was no thunder. I did not call
A rainstorm. The sky remained clear. -
Pet Peeves
Grammar
I know it's still right
But either for three things hurts
Butchers implied rules.
Carnaphobia
Contamination:
Meat to hands to utensils
To pasta to me. -
The Tree of Life
She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life. -
A Wayfarer's Tale
Library of Mira III
Archived Document
Designation: 19B19PP3Q
Dated circa 3450 Post Giant Era (P.G.E.)
Category: Wayfarer Mythology -
An Ode to Chocolate
An Ode to Chocolate
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Nay, for the sun thou cannot suffer well,
Where sweltering heat makes thee melt away,
And all too soon, thou art merely sweet smell.