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candle · 2 days ago
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— Landscape with Fate in the Wreckage, Tara Fae
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“Landscape with Fate in the Wreckage
landscape of the road changed forever.
only so much light one person can take.
the summer, and the burning. found god
in the highway mirage, then tasted asphalt.
this, too, has lines which, when crossed, signify
closure. gravel underneath skin.
grazes don’t fade in memory. memory that fades
awaits recognition, even when it turns to fiction.
at what point does memory become fiction? what line is there?
no lines, just grazes. highway mirage,
just a mirage. no god to be found in asphalt.
only so much light before it becomes burning.
fire has no colour, just heat.
still, fire is red. another fiction.
at the heart of the flame there is shadow.
at the heart of the fire there is burning. only so much
light one can take. landscape changed forever.
another fiction.
landscape changed until you blink.
landscape changed until you blink.
wreck on the road until someone takes it away.
this, too, has lines which, when crossed, stain.
sun in the sky until we turn slightly too far.
flames in the sky until there aren’t.
sky, fiction anyway.
corpse on the road until it isn’t.
this, too, has lines which, when crossed,
fade altogether.
sun in the sky until we turn away.
flowers by the highway mirage. a cross without faith.
asphalt in the mouth until there is no mouth.
god in the mirage until the fiction fades.
god on the ground until the fiction fades.
god in the wreckage until the fiction
fades.” END ID]
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ninaterrazos · 2 days ago
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@chaptersnet event iv: page ↔︎ screen – the girls i’ve been, by tess sharpe
i want to cry all the time, but i can’t, because… am i a girl who cries? i don’t know. i don’t know who i’m supposed to be.
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kitays · a day ago
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@storyseekers event 19: (relatively) short fiction — rise to the sun by leah johnson, for @ninaterrazos.
my church is the press of bodies together in the crowd, the pulse of a bass guitar vibrating under our feet, and a lead singer preaching the gospel of rebellion and revolution and love through beautiful harmonies and perfect chord progressions.
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evanbuckleys · 19 days ago
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Standing there in my party dress In red lipstick With no one to impress And they're all laughing As I'm looking around the room But there was one thing missing And that was the moment I knew
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