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How neatly they have packaged the earth!
With countless bags of plastic, they
have commodified the loam,
the pulsing, sensuous,
womb, the mystery-
breathing darkness;
the thing meant
to be
free.
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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Endurant
Falling … falling from a great height is the first memory I have. Followed by waking up to see my chest burst open on a rock, the rough stone covered in strange ancient markings. My legs shattered and limp, and blood gushed all around me. I looked up and saw a face high above, I don’t remember who it was. Just the smile as they looked down on me.
By Savannah K. Wilson5 days ago in Fiction
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