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The Spoils of War
Bubbling, hardening into rotten cream, mould floating in clumps by the surface, a stench has begun to secrete from the Lady. She lays, spoilt milk hidden within her breasts; drippings alike sprayed upon her unmoving body. Discarded. Left to waste away, wrapped in silk. Sullen and sunken. A mere fractal reflection of how Lady Macbeth…
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An Ibis Afloat
Such peaceful flaps caress the air as white feathers soar upon the currents. A breeze tip-toes through gaps in the white and black display upon the peaceful flyer’s back. Ripples between the seams, an ocean illustration of feathery delights. White rapids girt by black-sand shores, a long, dipping spout opens an inner cove’s…
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Inward-Facing Happenings
Do you feel that? Delving, a spelunker falling into chasms unlike those before. Below, underneath, within; it’s all a matter of perspective. There. Worming through garish stains and rouge drinking tubes toward a destination deeper than deep. Hard and unmoving. Wet and slimy. Fluid rushes through canals buried within. Do you feel that? The inward-facing…
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Unsavoury Cravings of a Bug
1. A Boy and His BatonHow did it become such a curse? It writhes within my gut now, a splintering root of untamed salivation. I am, but a mouth, tethered to this devious flesh. Ready to devour.Illuminated by the smouldering embers of our feast’s flame, we sit, faces poised at each other’s, locked in a…
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Slumber’s Mist
Inspired by my short story, ‘A Song of Stolen Mourning’ Come once more, where splinters stood Untether ye bounds of slumbered chains Forego the mist, unto The Wood The waking mind should ask, “What good?” Though, the whisper savours for Slumber’s Mist Come once more, where splinters stood And hear within what thou should Hear…
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The New YouTube Channel
What’s that I hear? Sapphire has a new YouTube channel live right now!?Introducing the Sapphic Sapphire YouTube channel, a place dedicated to much the same things this blog is. YouTube is an endeavour I have explored in the past, with my previous focus being on music, and I am so excited to be starting anew…
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A Song of Stolen Mourning
1.That siren in the hall thinks that I am a fool. It seems that through the air strung ribbons of flowing blood and the piercing knives dug well into my ears, that he, the siren that is, mocks me. Keeps me awake. For he knows my turmoil, my disdain for that wretched realm of slumber’s…
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The Dead Mother
Reflection has been, and perhaps always will be, a plague upon the human psyche. The way shapes morph, and laugh, and mock the observer; as though one could possibly exist without the other. The creatures that lurk behind our walls of glass are not creatures of natural conception. No. These creatures are created in the…
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The Blue Fairy-Wren
I ventured out this chill wrought morning, with a hope in mind that I might meet a special friend. The Blue Fairy-Wren. The curious little chap whom, on previous visits to this sanctuary, had danced delicately in my vision. So distant was the dance; I had watched, stunned at the impossibility of their smallness. Fairy-Wren…
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