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Reading this is like translating my teens' texts. But funnier.
More stories from Dooney Potter and writers in Poets and other communities.
Digits dance on glass
Screen gleams. Mind dims—fading world
A retinal ghost
By Dooney Potter7 months ago in Poets
Sleek, supple, sublime
In the turn of an elbow or
The bend of a knee,
With the rippling arch of a spine,
By Cindy Calder4 days ago in Poets
"Blood, too much lost, excessive grips, don't hold on too much. Let it go!"
The snakes that bite your ankles are the worms that grow in your stomach. The expanding space within your forehead is the snare to your feet as it is the justice of your hand.
By OneWithPen5 days ago in Poets
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A little predicatble I know, but I just couldn't help but give it a go!
By Celia in Underland6 days ago in Fiction