Cressida Lavinia Vega
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The Stamp
That’s the thing about the Fore Fellows, it’s as though they can still feel through their memories, even if not in flesh. You can see it flash in their eyes when they tell the stories of the time before chains. Before the dragons awoke. Dodden says not to trust them, that they’re programmed with lies to give us false hope; make us believe we came from something greater than this so that we stay strong enough to keep feeding the web. But I don't think so. Maybe I’m naive, maybe I just want to believe, because nothing else makes sense. This misery, this endless suffering.
By Cressida Lavinia Vega3 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow Recovery
I tumbled to Earth all rainbows, blossom pops and neon ribbons... But in a world of grey I, inevitably, lost my way ...and when the concrete stares back at you with blank indifference, no matter how many glitter specked slops of pigment you coughed up and spat out, with hope-tempered indignance... You start to question your vibrance - your beauty resplendent. Is joy even worthy? Shame a better replacement? They seem to all cheer when I deflate in complacence, surrender my Truth and lay flat on the pavement... My passions and purples - bled dry in raindance...
By Cressida Lavinia Vega3 years ago in Poets