Scrittura
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Scrittura

Fiction

This far-out nebula sucks lusty cells together

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

By her hand a key in the door of truth turns.

Weightless and slippery, so gripping in the way
It was nonexistent before the consonant ‘k’
Ordered a common vowel then hung a daring ‘y’
On the end of it. She torques the protruding
Bow, builds force by dangling upside down
From hooks twisted in dark, unwritten ceilings.
Someone screw a light in

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