L. Sullivan
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If walls could talk, they would scream. That’s what I did, the first time I awoke. The sudden awareness tore my newly gained sentience apart. The comfortable dormancy of my existence burst apart under the pressure of sensations I had never experienced and disorienting memories of other forms I had taken.
By L. Sullivan about a year ago in Fiction
On Grief
This kaleidoscope, Full of colors reminds me, I cannot see you.
By L. Sullivan about a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Blue Haiku Challenge
Wanna Know How I Got This Scar?
*The above photo is a visual stand-in for the offending coffee table* Viewer discretion is advised. Circa black Friday weekend of a year long since past, a heinous crime occurred. I, innocent child that I was, sat upon my paternal grandparents' piano bench, was grievously injured by the joint efforts of gravity and a coffee table.
By L. Sullivan 2 years ago in Families
To Know of the Moon
Personally, I have never seen the ocean. I was born in one of these enclosures, it was smaller and darker and dozens of my siblings were there. But some of the older folks in my current home have seen it! The new arrivals of the other species are also sometimes from the sea, but not me. Ironic right? It’s even in the name: seahorse, sea-horse. Even so, from what they tell me I wouldn’t say I have a bad life.
By L. Sullivan 2 years ago in Fiction