Tag: muses
Fire
Fire is how she goes: burning from within, flames in the palm of her hands—the world turned to ashes. She wanted to know if petals can turn into gems; she sought alchemy for alchemy’s sake. There was no need for friction: burning from within, flames everything she holds turns into flame—the world and all within.…
M.M.
She sees her hand and takes it but it slips through, it vanishes in the air; it is gone yet it is there: untouchable, immaterial. Neither does her smile exist—it has no shine the lights behind her eyes, are nothing and she wonders: where had It gone? Has It always Not Been There? The many…