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Sacrifice The darkness enfolds me like a cloak, a good thick winter one with a deep velvety pile warm and comforting matching it’s shape to mine. The sky was blue earlier, then blue black turning purple purple black before came the blackness that I need to wrap me. Even so, up here on the surface it will always be broken first by the harsh pinpoint lights of stars glittery things pointlessly breaking up my dark. Then the breaking day splits it open cutting it with blue, grey, white, like a knife opening up a wound and slicing through my comfort sacrificing me to the sunlight. https://www.empyreanliterarymagazine.com/white-sacrifice.html
Christmas Crow We watched the crow with fascination as it tap tapped on the window pane, saw its black eyes gleaming, its wet feathers shining in the moonlight. And we understood. We understood that it wanted to join us, to perch amongst the baubles on our shining tree to share our fireside warmth on Christmas Eve and escape the cold winter rain. We heard it promise to sing for us We opened the window and let it in. It crowed a Christmas carol. https://positivelyup.co.uk/up-magazine
Therapy I made myself comfortable to tell my little story. I sensed she would, not exactly like it, but certainly be interested. “And how did that make you feel” she said. I could tell she understood and I knew exactly how She would feel at my reply. I have a sixth sense for these things and I sensed her alarm, though she hid it well. I told her more. I knew that she understood, I could feel her anxiety. I know it well, I’m a past master at anxiety. I wondered what form her evasive action would take. She was planning something, I have a sixth sense for these things and I should know what form it would take but so many options were crowding into my head. “What are you feeling”, she said. https://www.assignmentmag.com/onlineonly/2022/12/20/zro86a5rowr050kwk4j223v5h8jrj9
The Dialectic Of Colour You think you’ve seen it clearly and that what you saw was complete separate, whole. But a clash of difference creates change, a mingling at the edges bringing forth something new, here green, there purple or orange, a creative clash of rebellious surprise. https://www.assignmentmag.com/onlineonly/2022/12/20/zro86a5rowr050kwk4j223v5h8jrj9