Bedroom
Haikus about bedrooms through a life
6
Pink walls, twin-sized bed
A nightmare-fighting teddy
A place for pretend
16
A coat of blue paint
Some sloppy experiments
A haven for tears
19
Fleeting privacy
Away from dormroom gossip
Naps. So many naps.
23
A new adventure
Young professionals in love
Sleeping while entwined
30
A cry at midnight
Changing diapers half-asleep
Naps. Not enough naps.
32
Eyes flutter open
There's been a disconnect for
A very long time
Begging for kindness
Finding silence or laughter
A haven for tears
33
Friends provide shelter
A place to safely day-drink
A haven for tears
34
A new adventure
A home for me and my kid
A place for pretend
About the Creator
Deanna Cassidy
(she/her) This establishment is open to wanderers, witches, harpies, heroes, merfolk, muses, barbarians, bards, gargoyles, gods, aces, and adventurers. TERFs go home.
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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