Creative Writing
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Its darkness sucked in the light, for the mirror’s edge knew delight. It reflected life without a care, disembodied with a flair for the debonair—it sat, it watched, it waited, counting time, while we hated. Collections of images, moments echoing in time, we wove them, blessed them, claimed them as mine. But all the while,…
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A deviation of my state, armageddon might be late, signals mixed up, confused, my body broken and abused. I cry a river of my own, damnation met, not mine alone. Mirror cracking, images stacking, my bitter pill I’m swallowing, in the bile I lay, wallowing. It dries up, empties my cup, tears like willows, sorrow…
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Castrated the sinner, separate the steed, a time in motion, a time to be. I gave the lasting, longer to, over the mirror, petty lies told without hope. A damsel, a dream, a dreaded slope, downward, deeper, the dance diverged, steeper, and steeper, the cliffs’ faces raised. The devil, the doomed, the sinner of all,…

