Ensnared moon
Cased in your coffin black
Lights radiance blanketed in gloom
In awe I’m akin to Lots wife and look back
Pain not blindness on eye contact
Small price I pay for this
Ethers kiss
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 6 days ago in Fiction
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