Tag: magic
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Magic Days
Sipping from a glass of daylight I scooped out of the time passing by. Waiting for nothing to happen and eager for it…
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Woven Ritual
These phantoms come crawling out of shadow eyes like dead stars, mouths twisted into smiles…
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No More, No Less
I know that if I just dig deeper, carve enough of myself away— a pound of feathers and a pound of flesh—when all is said and done I’ll find an end…
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Glass Door
The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands…
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Knife Edge
Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying…
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The First Ritual
Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering…
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What Else?
The lights up ahead grow near but never seem to coalesce beyond vague outlines over the highway…
Mitchel David Ring 