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Micro Fiction

Lavender

They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender.

How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe.

How sweet it was, just to be.

Side by side.

Alive.

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Poetry

Beautifully Us

Take me to the fire.

Dance with me

in the spaces between

the flames.

Burn with me, into

the quiet

of everything pure.

Everything.

Perfectly

beautifully

us.

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Poetry

Dissolved

I am a body.

But I am dissolved

by the blinding light

of destiny.

Here I spin,

longing to escape

the heavenly dream

that hurtles through the soft

and quick

of me.

Catch me, hold me still.

Oh, the aching,

catch me.

Hold

me

still.