She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
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I’ve always survived
Between the cracks
Of others’ existence,
Comfortable in my discomfort;
Accommodating to a
Fault, I bend.
By Bex Jordanabout a year ago in Poets
Iso checked the ship's coordinates and trajectory one last time before switching the controls back to autopilot. The ship was still about 350 light-years out from its projected destination, but who was even counting at this point?
By Bex Jordanabout a year ago in Fiction