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StorySudden Snow Rhiannonw1311 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Guardian goes Awry

Standing ragged against the rain, Only a torn jacket to scare the crows, Hunched in darkness onto the pole, Fixing him to his lonely spot. Row upon row, field upon field of crops,

Plague-House

The cross on the door says it all. Quarantined within her quarters, A lady-in-waiting to Judge Death. These are the dying rooms, no doctor comes

The Watcher

(For my sister’s unborn child at three months, based on a picture from a scan) Curled as the crescent of half-moon rising, Waking up to the world within the womb,
Cherry

Not-We

My fault. I sent you away. My Not-We woman of the world, Such dukkha* as I have brought you I brought upon myself. The dark places of the inside opened When I dreamed alone of the future.

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