Elis Wing

Joined February 2021

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𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙿 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞 * 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘

I love field mice and the cats who eat them.

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If You Think I’m Good For Nothing
You’re probably thinking you know me. I’m old and creepy, creaky and caving; unkept, unloved. Definitely don’t run your hands against me, unless you want to spend the next week plucking splinters from your palms and fingers.
By Elis Wing 3 years ago in Poets
The Uncovered
A sour stench lingered day and night anywhere you went and there was no breeze to grant relief from it. Only scorching sun and a vengeful heat existed now. All the doors and windows of my house were wide open and there were six fans buzzing in the living room where Grandma and I sat. Whatever room we were in, the fans came with us. I liked to place them in a circle and sit right in the middle on the floor. Grandma needed to sit in her chair though, her aching back and hips couldn’t handle the bare concrete anymore. I had four fans surrounding her, blowing right in her face. Her long white hair streamed behind her, eyes closed, breathing raspy and dry. She slept peacefully for someone who had been through what she had. She lost both her children, my mom and uncle. They had gotten sick during the first heat surge and there hadn’t been enough hospitals or doctors to keep up.
By Elis Wing 3 years ago in Fiction
More Than One
Jenny almost canceled that night but something inside her decided to go. Eight o’clock came and went as she waited in the Italian place on the corner, which was bustling with conversation and life. Ceiling fans turned lazily on the dappled white ceiling, and heat from the brick oven wrapped around her bare shoulders. She could see her reflection in the large glass window beside her where she sat waiting for her blind date, who was now fifteen minutes late.
By Elis Wing 3 years ago in Psyche
⊹Sea Goat Be Goat⊹
I am not going to claim that I know what the hell is going on here on Planet Earth. Most days I feel like we are just spinning around, no direction, an empty universe. As real as those morose thoughts are for me, I do have hope that there is more, something tying us all together, something that might explain my purpose in this chaotic existence. My Sun Sign, Capricorn, helps me understand more about myself, whether it is a strong connection to the universe, or simply a way to relate to my own surroundings. I assume if you are interested in reading this you have a basic understanding of Astrology, so I am not going to spend much time preaching about the constellations, but instead dissect a few parts of myself, and vulnerably display them for your reading pleasure.
By Elis Wing 3 years ago in Futurism
Farmhouse, 83651
Today I am leaving the Farm. My prison for sixty-five years. My mother Geraldine has died, and in her death lies my freedom. If you are like me, you have been living a half life, trapped and silenced by the truth. If you are like me and do not know it, I envy you with my whole heart, and pray you will never be plagued by the secrets that defiled me at fifteen, and now eighty five. I do not wish for anyone to suffer as I have, but the notion of being the only one fills me with a dread greater than the stronghold my invisible captors have had upon me. To feel safe one last time, to know the full truth and move out of fear for a moment before I die. That is my only wish.
By Elis Wing 3 years ago in Futurism

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Elis Wing

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If You Think I’m Good For Nothing

The Uncovered

More Than One

⊹Sea Goat Be Goat⊹

Farmhouse, 83651

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