surreal poetry

Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.

event horizn (10)
“Did we? The readings—” he stammered, staring at the console. She turned to the screen. The data had reset again, but this time, it was different—free from the oppressive weight of the past cycles.
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Dr. Elena Mendez floated in the narrow confines of the Zephyr Space Station, her breath steady against the stillness of the orbiting laboratory. The station hung like a glimmering jewel, tethered to a small asteroid belt circling a distant black hole.
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One night, she had an idea. “Let’s experiment with the station’s systems. If we can manipulate our trajectory, maybe we can break the cycle.” David’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and fear. “You really think it could work?”
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the last glove (10)
sun shine on a gloomy day Ava’s mind raced as she connected the dots. “Thank you, Samantha. I’ll find out more.” With a newfound urgency, Ava hits the streets again, combing through Ella’s last known activities.
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the last glove (12)
Ella had been entangled in something much darker than she’d realized. Ava returned to the precinct, piecing together the fragmented information she’d gathered.
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The Magician’s presence radiated power, and Ava felt a chill run down her spine. “Detective Sinclair,” he said smoothly as she approached. “I’ve been expecting you.”“I need to know about Ella Harrison,” Ava replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
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the last glove (13)
As dawn broke over the city, Ava finally understood the painful truth: Ella Harrison had been a rising star consumed by the very world that adored her.
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“But I didn’t kill her.” “Where were you last night?” Ava pressed, studying his expression for signs of deceit.“I was at a bar, drowning my sorrows,” he muttered. “I didn’t get home until after midnight.”
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the last glove (8)
“Have you heard anything from her friends? Anyone suspicious?” “No,” he replied tersely. “Just the press. They’re vultures.” After leaving Eric’s apartment, Ava felt a growing urgency. She returned to the penthouse, determined to find more clues.
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the last glove (9)
As she examined it, she noticed a faint trace of glitter clinging to the setting. It matched the glitter in the glove. “What were you hiding, Ella?” Ava whispered to herself. Suddenly, her phone buzzed—a message from Samantha.
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I’ve seen them fight. He’s not always… stable.” “Where can I find him?” Ava asked, making a mental note. “He lives downtown. I can give you the address.” Samantha’s voice was barely a whisper.
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the last glove (4)
“I know this is hard, but can you tell me what happened?” “I was running late this morning. I called her to check if she needed anything, but she didn’t pick up. When I got here… I found her like that.”
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