Mask in the doorway
silhouette unknown to me
nowhere to run now
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Amanda Starks
Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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I Summon Thee, Death
A girl stands on the edge of a cliff, contemplating the long drop down to the valley floor. Beneath her, giant crumbling boulders rest with cloaks of old, stale snow upon their backs. To the girl, they look like a group of people huddling for warmth in the middle of a snowstorm. Why would they do that? The girl wonders. Why would they sit there and wait to die?
By Amanda StarksExclusive • 4 months ago
Comments (2)
*scampers away*
Spooky!