this can’t be real, I think
when faced with the ground breaking apart
beneath my feet when I have
no chance to turn back around
or flee in a new direction
but somehow there’s still some part of me
built of solid stone
even more solid than brick and mortar
that isn’t snapping or breaking
because that part of me
crafted from pure osmium
even more tested and true
than a shining diamond
that’s gone a little bit insane
that osmium core
stays intact
because I’ve done this before
I’ve been thrown down
face first
into the dirt
so many times before
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Leigh Fisher
I'm a writer, bookworm, sci-fi space cadet, and coffee+tea fanatic living in Brooklyn. I have an MS in Integrated Design & Media (go figure) and I'm working on my MFA in Fiction at NYU. I share poetry on Instagram as @SleeplessAuthoress.
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The Whiskered War
A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
By Richard Webera day ago in Humor
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