My Story


A soul of paper:
tattered pages,
ink smears,
even tear stains.

With a heart like this
is how tragedy breathes,
how twisted blossoms 
open their blooms to see.

The pages open.
My fiction is known
while the real world withers
for fantasy to take reign.

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