Category: Prose
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the fields are frozen gold
As though ten winters have passed since we arrived, thin ice beneath our heels, snowflakes in our breath. Lucent white in ten miles’ sight no sign of impending summer. Yet somebody dreamt of this perfect world. Such a waste of lush green pastures every leaf chilled to the very spine – botanical shards of piercing ice.…
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had my heart aglow
Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind. Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does – feed it in, tear it apart, then proceed to expel the remnants. Letting go takes tremendous practice – a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs, closed…
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__ staring into space
Head on with the crowd, realizing my neighbour has passed on, I’m trapped standing between both our gates, trying to find the right empathetic words to say, and it could only be “I’m sorry.” I meant to say a whole lot more – so much easier to churn out four thousand words of cold hard…
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Russian Roulette
Today I’m acquainted with a peculiar sensation – a sense of life revolving recurrently around a game of Russian roulette and I’m holding the gun to my own head. Why else then would judgments make or break a person with such permanence? People aren’t always allowed to make hopeful choices in life; every shot you…
Viktoria Jean 