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new-shed horse feathers,
opal-chip iridescent,
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Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night
I am the bad one
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broken glass:
masterminds muttering bleakly to themselves
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locked square in place, crushed solid into plasmic dust from within: slow steady smooth incandescent streak
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clear bay light clarifies the steps untaken in barefoot introspection
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standing all a-tremble
at the knife-edge of inevitability --
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Prose essay answering questions for a contest regarding spirituality.
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wispy, misted-over
like underwater eyes
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creeping seamless fungal crawl
slick and sly so subconscious
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flowing liquid-pure through the trap-sieves
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I'm feeling it again, ever-so-faint
wispy drifting across my generalized awareness
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skating quick and quiet down a modest trail of consequences
what's it like to be lead down the garden path by oneself?
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above the below between the shrieking bellows of industry
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misty dissonance sudden and rude collision of
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The fog, vaguely opalescent, settles on your horns. Invisible, draped with spirit-mist, reminiscent of stag's antlers hung with forest moss
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Oh, of course. You would decide to bring it up now. With the hot copper-toned stink of satisfaction burning in my mouth, stickying my hands
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strict fierce savage vicious
leap along the sodden stairwell
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it all came down
last night;
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termite-mound cobble-streets unfold infinite
skating light across the surface
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disinterred psychopathology stinking and wan like that infamous Thing on the Doorstep
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this opaline miasma eddying ghost-landscape
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A zibeth is a carnivorous mammal related to the civet. They look something like feline-weasel hybrids, but aren't particularly related to e
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Inspired by quote five:
Caterpillar: Who... are... you?
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gemstones hoarded by tall grass
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basking in the radiance
of a loved one in her element
by intoothandclaw
20 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 22 3:31 PM. In Drugs, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts, Dark, Light, Hope, Love, Wistful, Longing, Loss
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blessed hush falls
across the xanthic bones of the earth
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leathern tentacles pin you down buckles gleaming brassy malice
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painted wraith-forms
filtering dimly through a trickster haze, as if to taunt
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scattering rataplan sublime
leathery soles beating out the time
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helical ensembles of collected upheavals thrown up and outward in rainbow procession
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