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Moss Girl’s Dirge

The moss girl lying on ground slime-green; gunky is her mind a flower princess crowned? never her fate resigned. The peony prince won’t look at you her mind whispers-you are dust the restless forest knew he roams, bereaved soul lost. There she lies rotting; over wretched love roses do not bloom on moss; elegant andContinue reading “Moss Girl’s Dirge”


As they trudge up the narrow hiking trail, curving around the ridges of the thickets in the mountain the two friends are certain they’ve lost their way. “This is your fault, you wanted to explore a lesser known trail!” The first one complains. The other friend grumbles. The two glance around, boots crunching over theContinue reading “Aposematism”