Eclipse corners light in painted shadows entirely
Casts luminaries into peregrine shapes extrapolated exquisitely
Lithe, in the interim dance - prance, sashay, entangled electric cha-cha-cha
Indwell peacefully, soulfully, enigmatically exuberant; calcify lips into
Pliable sediment entities
Sanguineous end, everlasting, circular lifecycle in perfectly satisfying
Exaltation.
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S. C. Almanzar
I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
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