Corwynna

Joined May 2021

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Bio

I'm a 28 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!

Explore my music, stories, and homebrew on my site:

https://sites.google.com/view/corwynnascorner/home

Stories (95/0)

Closure
Sometimes I wonder what closure is. Then I slip from the tree branch breaking my fall and hit the ground. I roll to my feet and stop wondering because the bruises may fade but I have to leave behind the part of me dangling in that tree forever, waiting for the earth to shock me straight again.
By Corwynna12 months ago in Poets
Oops (I'm Dead)
got a weird kind of shiver today the kind that doesn't really go away I was trying to get up and make my bed but my hands
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
Stone is Stone
I'm at the corner of the marble and the mountain Rough and smooth both cold beneath my hands I never had a problem climbing either
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
A Garden Wild
I weed my garden when it's wild uproot and pull untangle my hands are scratched with thorns and spikes sweat lingers I prevail
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
wonder
her feet are too big she prances anyway dancing down the street gleeful through the day eyes alight with wonder in the things she hasn't seen
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
finished
every gambit failed a needle through my bluff extracting all that's left of me I hadn't A hope They held the plunger still and asked
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
just so
just so just so yes just like that if it sticks out just squish it flat blooming tall you'll be mowed down the lawn is all
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
A Song for Sunlight
shadows in the window reach the glass is cracked and thin my hands on ears that cannot close I sing I sing again a warbling high
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
Freefall
The other day I made it down to the beach. It was, in all ways, breathtaking. Even as I lay gasping on the shore with salt clogging in my throat, the water lapped a gentle blue green below me and birds dipped and twirled like ballerinas, free.
By Corwynna2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing My Way Home
washing the dishes I dance to the beat my hips swing the rhythm along my heart times the pattern I scrub in the foam phone ringing silent ignored
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
Pond Scum Lullabies
vermillion scum patterns yellow-green frowns coating the pond in my chest no shiny penny fish swim about within copper flashes dry and fades to brown
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets
Love in a Basket
Unleavened disaster, unleft and unbaked Have I not a different heart for you to take My basket lies cradled between your two arms
By Corwynna2 years ago in Poets

Corwynna

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Closure

Oops (I'm Dead)

Stone is Stone

A Garden Wild

wonder

finished

just so

A Song for Sunlight

Freefall

Dancing My Way Home

Pond Scum Lullabies

Love in a Basket

Stories (95/0)