singed

Intense.
Vivid.
Singed in our vision.
Passed on with our breath.
Emptying sand from a cerebral bottle
that replenishes without request.

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This post is the first in a series of short thoughts, tidbits of writing, or brief reflections of the mood in my current works in progress. These posts will be moved to a page called “Reveries” for you to visit when you want to wander and be lost in thought with me.


 

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S.L. Ember

Horror and dark fiction writer.

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