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- Blue Five at storywrite
. - Nothing to say at storywrite
The crucifix caught my attention, really. It wasn’t one of those smalltime crosses, cradled in the hollow of the throat or between the breasts, the chain barely noticed against tan skin. No. The black leather was strung down - Distances at sharepoetry
. - Two Swords at sharepoetry
The two swords of Peter hung / beside the golden lamp / and I wondered at the significance of blades / and bibles and blood / / that seeped between the cracks / of the cutting board. The chicken carcass / twitched under the knife / as if - Reflection of the Beginning at storywrite
In these dark waters, I see the reflection of the beginning. Moonlight flecks the river waves. A single bird swoops over the bridge, then rises, shoved towards the gray sky by an undercurrent of air. 1 - Metro at storywrite
You may have seen me in the metro. - The ending at storywrite
"Put all your angels on the edge." - Soul Tatters at storywrite
It’s a mirror, and it isn't liking it. Not at all.
