I wish my body was made of clay
So that I may make for myself
A form that is mine.
But I am made of flesh and blood
And bones are much harder to shape
Than clay.
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Ash Taylor
Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.
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Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoy6 days ago in Fiction
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🫂 So... real. Thank you for sharing, Ash!
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