Crack, veins rupture blue,
‘cross despair-full cavity
If only I was clay.
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
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Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Wow, I feel the word .
The anguish of this poem juxtaposed with the perfect imperfection of kintsugi shows that some pieces are just unsalvageable. A sad poem indeed. Well done.
Powerful imagery.
Ooh, I love this 🖤 blue and gold make quite the pair
Impressive💕😊💖
That was so deep!
This says a lot. Very well done.