Savannah Sveta

Joined September 2022

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Once in a while, there are words in my head that feel like magic. The rest of the time, I'm just imitating myself.

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pleasures of the flesh
it shouldn't be this way, you're pretty sure - surer and surer, as time goes on, and continues on doing nothing for that old, hardened panic. i used to want this -
By Savannah Sveta6 months ago in Poets
a little thing
I watched a dog die today such a little death - back from my lunch break, I found her in the parking lot, tiny and brown and smiling
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
Unbecoming
It all starts with the drift. Not a fall, or a slump, or a catapult, catatonic, from here; You were always the one for dramatics, so you should know
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
welcomed pause
welcomed pause- jilting, jittery, brief respite- it's welcomed, you think, but not calming, or happy, or good: no just relief, and faked innocence of it;
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
behind the smog
dimmed by sunsets, lost in starry nights. we forget to ask - please, stay blue.
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
sensations; the hour unspoiled
dry, heat chalky dirt under bare feet the wind breathes over you like an oven, freeing its contents as you stoop to meet them
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
The Fishbowl Effect
It started with a text. Sabrina opened it, read it- and fled. Run. Sometimes, running feels like escaping- darting through a world of possibilities, all better than what you're leaving behind.
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Fiction
he didn't take the mountain
there, in each picture tall, snow-capped - you watched us laugh now, watch me crumble
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
everest
I feel the pull: awe You lure, capture, captivate Til night, lost - too late.
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets
springhaven
I’ve trained myself to ignore the shitty things my dad does, and I fucking hate it. Tonight - we were about to watch TV. Mom had just hit play on the movie (an old western - we’d all seen it about a hundred times), and she headed back into the kitchen to grab the plates of dessert for her and my dad. He walked into the den a moment after - his entrance was marked by immediate heavy breathing, an aggravated huffing and puffing as he rushed over to the TV. He started muttering to himself, fumbling with the DVD player in an attempt to eject the disk.
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Confessions
summer break
I don’t like the spring & it’s not the spring’s fault. I don’t like March because it leads to April And I don’t like April because it leads to May
By Savannah Svetaabout a year ago in Poets

Savannah Sveta

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pleasures of the flesh

a little thing

Unbecoming

welcomed pause

behind the smog

sensations; the hour unspoiled

The Fishbowl Effect

he didn't take the mountain

everest

springhaven

summer break

Stories (11/0)