A fire sunset facing her, thunder didn’t show, how much she even wished for this sky to hurt, to rive in two, boiling the river This house helps her to […]
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The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged
A fire sunset facing her, thunder didn’t show, how much she even wished for this sky to hurt, to rive in two, boiling the river This house helps her to […]
Read moreA grey afternoon and when itcontinues to rain, a clueless patternleaves pools on our balcony, tearson the skylight.By now we knew who we are and asdrakes parade near the breaking […]
Read moreShe’d had a cupcake for breakfast every day for the last month. Thick on the icing, more often than not with sprinkles, occasionally filled with sweet cream or more icing. […]
Read moreShe looks at the ground, the sky, the trees; anywhere but her own heart. She must, at all costs, keep the poison from entering her mind. The physical effort of […]
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