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• Poetry > Free Verse
  obscurity

  

  By momentofweakness, Ottawa, Canada

  beneath the open window sunlight dances on feather-duster lashes and shadows whisper their sins onto ivory skin. "i am an artist," are the words of the gentle zephyr. "can't you see?" and cold fingertips brush against the glass; let me out, let me out. and t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  liebestod, for we love death

  

  By momentofweakness, Ottawa, Canada

  his eyes (eyes are the mirror to your soul.) dark— ink running down blank parchment; ashes smouldering in the fireplace; shadows thrown onto cracked pavement; eyes that talk. whispering, “sell me your soul.” her lips (from her lips a new world grew.) pale...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  voyage to india

  

  By momentofweakness, Ottawa, Canada

  it is one of those nights when the clouds can't seem to swallow their tears and the stars have forgotten to dress the sky. along the horizon there are hills like white elephants silhouettes of trees with naked branches trailing ivory streaks across the canvas. and once in a lonely while,...