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🦊LynnPeyo🐲
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Prepare for intermittent madness, mysticism, witchery, poetry, urban fantasy and dark romance.

I thrive with the Stygian.
Peeking through the veils, conversing with those who dwell beyond 🌊
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🦊LynnPeyo🐲 @lynnpeyo.bsky.social · Jul 7
Inc

#poetry #poem
[Inc] He’s in the spaces between my waking and my dreaming Between my breaths and my heartbeats, when I break at the seams and he’s existing right there when I wake with a yearning When he’s pressed, unseen, but felt, in the burning just behind my ear. My lips are shut tight a small effort of defiance —these names of his shall not be leaving my sweat laced lips tonight But my chest is heaving, and my skin is cleaving And in every rift between, he has laced himself with shadow and dream.
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It’s been a while. In many respects ✨
The day Venus ingressed into Scorpio, something shifted.
The silence … ripped apart.

#vss365 #esoteric #vssmagic #amwriting #fantasy
He’d been quiet, for a while. Too quiet, at first. Eventually, she got used to the stillness. The peace. The undisturbed nights. The way her pulse had no reason to jump at shadows. Three months. Four. Then suddenly, something shifted. It wasn’t obvious at first. It wasn’t like a presence suddenly making itself known. She felt it on the inside. Like a part of her was reaching out to something she didn’t know. Something esoteric and hidden. Something from a dark place. Something deep. Something that knew. A day later she found herself laughing hysterically without logical reason. Something was pulling at her — her awareness, her mind, her soul. She could feel it inside out, until it pulled at her skin, brought tears to her eyes and made her cackle like a madwoman, gasping for air. And then, she knew. That’s when he came back.
September 13, 2026 at 1:18 PM
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#vss365 #depart #patient #poetry #poetsofbluesky

With a start I realise
I can’t get you
out of my heart
I’d been patient before but now with a start I realised I can’t get you out of my heart it’s twisting and turning with every breath with every second you’re not in my space I’m livid, I’m Fury Alecto incarnate any more of this quiet I cannot take you depart and i dissolve into gravity and mist I hate myself for it but my soul it insists you’re the fire of my existence incompletion turned whole the only vessel worthy of embalming my soul this is terror, it’s warfare it’s like I’m obsessed possessed by spirits that shan’t give me rest lest you’re right here with your breath in my lungs mouth on my wrists and blood on your tongue I don’t want you, I need you, my soul must be damned and my existence, it ceases— you’re all that I am. Lynn Peyo
July 16, 2026 at 7:11 PM
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Good evening.
I am back from holidays in the south, defiant in the face of exhaustion from travelling 11hrs, bearing flash stories of #defiance and unexpected meetings with a magnificent beast of legend 🐉

#vss365 #amwriting #flashfiction #fantasy #vssfantasy
July 8, 2026 at 11:36 PM
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It’s Venus day and #flashfriday, if such a thing exists, I was listening to a podcast on Libra decans and chains, and suddenly I ended up with another little one for the Anthology 🌊

#vss365 #undo #amwriting #fiction
June 19, 2026 at 8:27 PM
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Not a #novel today
but a most important day, say,
when you’ve been waiting for
not a metaphor
but quite a literal
and rather critical
letter to dictate your fate
and it comes late
almost two years
I’m most certainly in tears
but I am also, as of today
A citizen of
Norway

#vss365 🇳🇴
June 17, 2026 at 3:18 PM
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What’s a Mars day without a portion of inspired blasphemy? 🌊
#vss365 #fiend #poetry #amwriting
Pull the cross right off my neck I shall worship you instead Toss it in the garbage bin a new religion’s done me in they call you fiend and wicked names dropped from lips of bigots You’re the sickness that I caught And the salvation that I sought You’re the darkness to my light The dreams in my fev’ry nights You’re the only thing that pulls me in when my world goes dark and spins out of control, into your hands without you there’ll be no amends not the devil but you’ve seen the hells people made for me you pulled me out and tucked me in so tear it off, I’m yours to sin
June 16, 2026 at 6:14 PM
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Tonight, a #distant thunder, and the discomfort of sharing such things.

#vss365 #poetry #poetsofbluesky
there’s a distant echo in my bones a soft murmur, muttering moans a memory not from ancient tombs but from deep within the womb like a coming home by coming undone like a merging of what cannot be one something fragile, a fluttering sigh turned into a thundering roar of night let me go under, let me go down let none of those lights reach where I drown I want to be kept I want to be true I want to be yours I only want you
June 15, 2026 at 10:01 AM
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I was asked if there was one.
Inside of me.

#deadfall #vss365 #amwriting #poetsofbluesky
He asked if I had a deadfall in my heart I looked up at him with a start I don’t know, I said, you mean a blockage? He touched one of my locks and hummed as if to say indeed, that is one possible interpretation. Like a ton of trees came down and you cannot pass. I said, well technically if I could change my mass become extremely tall or infinitely small then a bunch of toppled trees wouldn’t do fuck all He grinned and on his palm, he showed me fire Oh, I realised, or I could burn them like a pyre Instead of circumventing the obstacle why not just make a beautiful spectacle He laughed, like that was more up his alley, tracing the curve of my belly like a token of appreciation, or hunger, something unspoken But what if, I said slowly, it’s the other meaning? Then, he said, I would mourn you with a keening, and he kissed my palm, soothing the sting of the triggered deadfall deep within.
June 10, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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#vss365 #cradle #microfictiom #amwriting #fiction
At night, I will crawl out of my own skin and slip into yours.
June 7, 2026 at 1:05 PM
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Last night, I was #falling
falling without end

#vss365 #amwriting #poetry #poetsofbluesky
Last night I was falling falling without end I begged you, stop it, calling, calling out for help please, I cried, have mercy let me go, I'm done, you only held me tighter not a chance, not one you’ll stay until you’re shattered shattered on the ground until from your lips my name is the only sound please, said I, how can I s h a t t e r if I cannot land that, you said, is something you will only understand if you keep on falling falling without end Lynn Peyo
June 5, 2026 at 5:52 PM
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It’s been that time of the month again!
… no, the other. #SciFanSat released its latest issue “Rescue” 🍃

I’ve been so fortunate to have one of my pieces featured along with my bestie’s! Go check them out! ✨
Thank you team and special thanks to everyone who voted for my story in the last issues 🥹💜
scifansat.bsky.social SciFanSat Magazine @scifansat.bsky.social · May 30
AVAILABLE NOW: Grab the lifeline we’re throwing you and enjoy stories of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More written by the #SFF authors of today and tomorrow! The May issue of #SciFanSat Magazine is out at scifansat.com!

Many thanks to all who contributed, and to our readers, just like you!
SciFanSat: The Monthly Magazine for Science Fiction, Fantasy and More!
June 1, 2026 at 11:50 AM
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A most #wondrous thing:
the flowers of spring,
resilient in northern gusts,
stand, as if knowing how to trust
even the harsher waters
of Gemini seasons’ daughters.
They don’t bow,
they simply bend
and with a silent vow
our mortal woes they mend.

#vss365 #poetry
May 30, 2026 at 4:10 PM
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#vss365 #crevasse #microfiction #amwriting #fiction

Sometimes the most effective tools of destruction are aimed at doing exactly the opposite.
Something is falling, this moon day 🌙
I was clutching at a resolve I thought would never crack. A conviction so firm, shaped by everyone who ever scaled my walls and ran, layered with the deaths of hopes and loves of decades— no sledge hammer could bring down this monument of fated iron. I was cradling it like a mother swan does its cygnets, when, like a shadow cast by moonlight, you slipped around my hands. With a single glance of silver they opened, and unceremoniously, that resolve fell from my grip, fell a thousand miles down the cliff of your eyes, and crevassed faster than I could convince myself to run. Now my armour lies stripped and shattered, my heart abandoned by its casket, pulsating a stream of vibrant blood through my veins each time your fingertips ghost over my skin and I cannot bring it to feel. I cannot bring my heart to feel anything but you. Lynn Peyo
May 25, 2026 at 8:18 PM
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Some late night poetry written in broad daylight.
Sometimes you carry the night wherever you go.

#vss365 #poetry #evenfall
#amwriting #poetsofbluesky #bravewrite
May 13, 2026 at 9:55 AM
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Do you ever dream of things frequently that you normally never dream of? Have no business dreaming of?
She does. ✨

#vss365 #fleeting #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction
She was picking at a nick in the wooden table with fingernail, when she said: “I don’t dream of anyone as regularly as I do you.” He looked up, his mind moving from considering concepts of the unknown to locking in entirely on her. “Not gods,” she continued, “not totems or spirits. Not even fictional characters I obsess with. Not characters in shows I’m binging. Just family… friends…. coworkers… and you.” His already straight shoulders straightened almost imperceptibly more. “Does it bother you?” “No.” A hint of an inclination in her voice. “Sure?” “No…“ The corner of his mouth twitched into the beginning of a smile. “Which one.” “I’m not bothered by that I dream of you.” She stopped picking at the wood, and looked him in the eyes. “But?” He inclined his head. Straight up honestly like this would be rewarded by not getting immediately prodded at and picked apart. “I’m bothered that I don’t understand why. I don’t understand the pattern behind it.” Ah. Humans and patterns. “What patterns do you see?” “My regular visitors are all real people that I spend or have spent a significant amount of my time with, at different stages of my life.” After a short pause in which she reordered her thoughts, she decided to add “And they’re all humans.” He sat back a little, folding his hands. “What patterns do you seek?” She blinked. A soft sound. “Significance? I don’t know.” “Is everyone you dream of significant?” “No. But I barely ever dream of big things.” “Big things. You dream of a a lot of big things.” An unwelcome insinuation she was going to deflect. He was looking forward to it. “Ugh, no.” She deflected, blushing. He enjoyed that. “Gods, I mean. Big… meaningful entities. I can count the times I’ve dreamt of gods in my lifetime, on one hand.” She pursed her lips, reconsidering. “One and a half hands. Very fleeting experiences.” Her recalibration made him laugh. “Ah yes, gods. They tend to come once, or twice, when they have something significant to say that you just don’t want to hear.” He leaned forward. “Or if they really want to mess with you. Once tends to be enough for someone to learn a lesson.” She grunted. A sound of agreement as well as frustration. She continued. “I don’t even dream of the people I make up. And I spend a lot of time thinking about them. Yet, I don’t dream of them.” So honest today. Refreshing. “So?” “So I only ever dream of real people frequently.” “Right. So?” Her eyes searched his. “But you’re not ‘real people’.” “I’m not?” “Come on. No. Clearly not.” “What are dreams?” He changed angle slightly. “Huh? Uh. Mirror of the subconscious? Prophecies, sometimes?” “So?” He watched her piece things together. A pleasant sight. “Sooo my subconscious recognises you as real people?” “Ah.” He grinned. “Or you’re just a really fucking bad omen.” He laughed, warmly. “Ah yes, maybe I am that, too.” She scowled. He winked. There would be doubts, and follow up questions. For now, she sipped her tea in silence. And he, he went back to contemplating chaos. Lynn Peyo
May 11, 2026 at 4:40 PM
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Today, I am overworked and mentally overwhelmed. I found my couch first thing, almost passing out.
Then a chain of thought triggered one thing, and the next, so I grappled my laptop, pulled it on my half passed out self, and started typing.

#vss365 #dear #affection #amwriting #flashfiction
“But I just don’t understand why you would go out of your way…” she trailed off, exasperated as much as confused. He shrugged gently. “You’re just dear to me,” he said matter of factly, as if that were to explain the situation. As if that were reason enough to make the impossible possible, to pull the insurmountable down onto eye-level. She stared at him. ‘Annoying’ she understood. ‘Frustrating’ she got. This, however, was a new term for him to use on her, and it just did not compute. “Dear…,” she repeated, feeling a rather uncomfortable warmth spread under her skin. Inconceivable. She felt a need to save herself from what it was he had actually expressed, by following a chain of thoughts. Just like chasing butterflies. “Wasn’t ‘dear’ originally just opposite of cheap? Like something is either dear, or it is cheap. Expensive, dear, like ‘oh golly this necklace is rather dear!’ kind of dear—” “Mmhm. Valuable.” He knew she was only distracting herself from an inner landscape that would come crashing down later, when she was alone, and had little to distract herself with. He also knew to not push her. She was already tumbling down that hill. She would get there at some point. “—and then somehow it got into the vernacular as calling other people dear, not just objects,” she continued, almost as if in a fever. “I wonder— maybe we should get a new vernacular. Instead of saying something like dear or darling, maybe we should use something else. Expensive… valuable...” She was pacing up and down the room. “Expensive isn’t such a nice word though,” she mused. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue to be a pet name.” “Valuable,” he said again. “Hmm?” “‘You’re valuable.’ You could base it off that. ‘You’re val to me’.” “You’re val to me…,” she repeated, stopping in her tracks as if trying to taste it, feel it out. “Sounds nice, actually.” He grinned. “It does. And, you are.” She grimaced. “Okay whatever. Thanks.” He kept grinning. “Stop that.” “Stop what?” “Grinning like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’ve won something.” “Have I not?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my god. Like… what do you even think you’d have won this time?” “Your attention,” he said flatly. It had snapped right back at him. “And your affection.” She stared. “You’re unbelievable,” she growled, turning away to ineffectively hide her flushing face. She could still hear him chuckling from the other room, letting her know exactly how ineffective it had been. Lynn Peyo
May 5, 2026 at 6:40 PM
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Thank you thank you thank youuu ✨🥰
That line was so ridiculous, it just flowed out but it’s the thing I will remember forever 😂
So pleased it’ll stick with you too *mwahaha*

I might write one 😬
Anthologies are on their way for sure
💜
immcarvalho.bsky.social Maria Carvalho @immcarvalho.bsky.social · May 5
Loved "Into the Earth"! Totally lol'd at the can of tuna line. 😆 I would read a book involving these 2!
May 5, 2026 at 1:02 PM
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Thank you again so very much for featuring my work 🌊✨
This month, with a new poem, as well as a short story, in which our unfortunate heroes from the Entrance issue return to the darkness 🦇

Can’t wait to read the other stories! 💜
scifansat.bsky.social SciFanSat Magazine @scifansat.bsky.social · Apr 25
AVAILABLE NOW: Dig into our stories of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More written by Earth’s #SFF authors of today and tomorrow! The April issue of #SciFanSat Magazine is out at scifansat.com!

Many thanks to all who contributed, and to our readers, just like you!
SciFanSat: The Monthly Magazine for Science Fiction, Fantasy and More!
April 25, 2026 at 7:20 PM
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#vss365 #fishing #WritingCommunity #amwriting #fiction

We’re putting out bait tonight? 🐠
I snapped it up.
“First it was all about seduction and surrender. Now suddenly you’re talking about love?” She crossed her arms the same way she had crossed her mind. Impenetrably. “Yes.” “That—no.” She pulled another layer of incredulity over her thoughts like graveyard dirt. “One doesn’t exclude the others,” he smiled. “But—“ “What is it you’re really fishing for?” With his head inclined, he regarded her. A silence wrapped about his gaze. Ghosts walk unhindered through graveyards at night. “I’m not fishing for anything.” “No? Because it sounded to me like you were wanting for me to convince me I do.” “I am convinced that you don’t,” she said, irritated. His knowing smile pulled at what she had been trying to hide from the world. Sweating, she had dug a grave deeper than her desires, tossed it into the murky depths and placed an iron coffin on top. “You want the truth.” Ghosts do not care about a bit of metal in the dirt. “Yes! No. Yes. I want the truth.” “Well the truth is,” he said, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her against him like a drowning man pulls himself to shore, “that I love you.”
April 23, 2026 at 7:33 PM
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The oldest #trickery in the book.
My little contribution to today’s #vss365

What have you been tricked with lately?

#amwriting #fiction #flashfiction
“What— what is this?” Trembling, she stared at her dead body, laying twisted on the asphalt. “Your body is done.” Looking at the impossible angle of her neck and limbs, that was not the part that had her shaking. “I know that…,” she said. Her voice failed her for a few moments, before she looked up at the figure next to her, the familiar yet always strange stretch in the darkness, the humanoid shape where darkness was darker than black, and light failed to reach. “I know that,” she repeated, a little confused why she felt a stinging just behind the bridge of her nose, that tickle of an emotional outburst ready to flood her eyes. Confused she could feel anything at all. He inclined his head, waiting patiently for her question. She lifted her hand, the hand clearly belonging to her spiritual body. The hand that had started to slowly disintegrate into void. “What is this?” “Ah,” he said simply. Ready to explain the same thing over again. “That is your soul, dissolving.” “Dissolving? Why would it dissolve? Wasn’t there supposed to be some after, up, down, middle, rebirth, something, anything?” Her feet had started to disappear, yet she wriggled her legs, as if a small motion would stop the process. It did not. He shrugged. “Yes technically. But,” and here he smiled, gesturing with a hand of shadows, “if you remember, you had promised your soul to me a long time ago.” “I… what? No, this must me some trickery. What?” She stared at him in disbelief. “I was very clear I would fucking never sell you my soul!” she cried out. “You didn’t.” “What?” Panic was squeezing her voice, her legs and arms almost completely gone. “I don’t understand.” He took a step forward. “You never had to sell it,” he smiled, laying his hand just under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. Gentle, yet firm. “You gave it willingly. You’re mine, remember?” A searing fire shot through her heart. So that’s what that had meant. His eyes never left hers, until the moment she was completely, thoroughly go…
April 19, 2026 at 3:44 PM
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#vss365 #hammer

Hammmmmmerrrrrr 🔨 of the gods
Here’s my little flash ⚡️
When I sneak write at work I have no proper editing tools. Coming home I’m always like “fu** that dash” haha. Forgiveness shall be mine.

#amwriting #fiction #flashfiction
"Hammer of the gods, will drive our ships to new lands—“ "What hammer are you talking about...?" he interrupted her half-mumble, half-humming. "Huh, what?" She looked up from her stitch craft. "The hammer you're singing about." "Oh, oh that," she stammered, "uh I mean... I don't know but I guess they're referring to Thor's hammer? It being all about Iceland and vikings and...rawr" she made a little roaring noise, shaping her hands into claws for effect. It made him laugh. "Vikings and 'rawr'? Really? Cute." "Whatever," she waved him off, returning focus to her work."Probably that hammer." "I found that once, stuck in a tree, you know." All her focus was lost. "You did what?" Somebody else would probably be asking whether he was joking, but knowing him, he probably was not. Then something behind her eyes switched back on. "Wait a minute though... how can something as heavy and powerful as the Mjølnir be stuck in a tree? I mean... versus crashing through it and maybe getting stopped by a mountain?" "Ah, you know, that..." he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, as if his next words were likely to stir something. She was leaning forward now, handiwork loose in her lap, waiting for a juicy bit. There was a sound from him, almost like a sigh, releasing information that might be better kept locked up. "Well you know, there's always truth to myths, but there's also always a slight uh, exaggerated part." "Yes?" "Well in this case... it was a good hammer. Is," he added quickly when he saw her facial reaction, "it is a good hammer, but it's way less powerful than the myths will want to have you convinced. So yes, it got stuck in a tree. Big tree, powerful, sturdy, old, all that, but yeah it took a little bit of effort to pull it back out." "Huh." "I think they even got that wolf to help. I think it was him who got it free in the end." "You don't say!" He grinned uncomfortably. "He's also kinder than the myths say." "Don't tell me you've met him or fetched ball or something ri…
April 16, 2026 at 5:21 PM
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#vss365 #loop #water
#vssmagic #brand #codex
#vssfantasy #glade #burrow

Is it Friday yet? No? Ah. *dips a finger into the water* well the.
In a small glade of my heart, there is a pool. I sit by it sometimes, when the thoughts get too many, and I get confused. Whether I am in the past, the future, or a dream, here it does not matter. Everything loops into the moon resting in its depths. I would sit, then, and sometimes, within the water there is a face that looks like mine, looking back at me. With some urgency she moves her lips, as though needing to tell me something forgotten and burrowed. Yet, just before the sound breaks through, a thought disturbs the surface, like a brand does skin, like a codex does love, and I ripple into a myriad of atoms. I leave, I forget, and I come back. I leave, I forget, and I come back. I leave, I forget, and I come back.
April 14, 2026 at 7:40 PM
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#vss365 #water

two syllables flow
from my mind
to my mouth
your name like water
spilling into an ocean
of an ever unseen love

🌊
April 12, 2026 at 8:11 PM
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Suddenly Friday comes around, #FlashFriday or not, work was unusually quiet and I snuck in a little short.
Don’t tell anyone. They must remain blind to my shenanigans and deceptions.

Speaking of which …
This one is filled with cold deceit.

#vss365 #blind
#vssmagic #temperature
The temperature dropped when he entered the room. I could feel the cold wash over my back like a crashing wave from far out at sea, and I had to suppress my instincts to whirl around and press my back against the wall. Instead, I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath, trying to see him blind. As long as he was not walking my way, I had no reason to show him my face, signal that I was here. "Are you okay?" my friend asked. "I'm fine," I pressed out between tense lips. Her disbelief was written all across her face, but convincing her was low on my list of priorities. "You look a little pale," she said, then her eyes flicked to above my head. "Oh. Hi, Eric." My stomach turned. "I... I'll leave you two alone," she said and got up, mingling with other guests before I could call out to her for help. But I was drowning, the water gushing into my throat, suffocating my voice. All I could do was try and reach for her back... but she never saw me. He slid into her seat in front of me, smiling pleasantly.  "You didn't think you could just run away, did you?" I did not know what to reply. In fact I was quite convinced that I was unable to. My throat muscles had constricted so tightly around my larynx, I was sure all I could produce were wheezing sounds. "Now," he continued, hands folded on the table, leaning forward. "let's be civilised. After all, it would reflect badly on you if you made a scene here. Too many people here you need to keep up appearances with," he grinned. He was right. I was expected to be one thing. One very orderly, polite and pleasant thing. Somebody calm, and strong. Anything else might have consequences.  I have never hated public affairs as much as I did then. I took a deep breath, trying to command the hair in my neck to flatten the fuck down. They did not. "Good. That's a start." He brushed the table with a flat palm. I watched the movement, then remembered it was not his hands that were the most dangerous about him. It was not them I needed to wat…
April 10, 2026 at 5:38 PM
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#sensewrds prompt 205
Forlorn
Conversations
Mingling
I can hear you laugh just out of earshot with guests with strangers in a room just above where I used to lay close and familiar with you breath frail I shut the door and turn the key a finite move against infinity I sink against the wood holding back cold tears lost in the sounds of what could and would not be.
April 3, 2026 at 2:20 PM