Odorless gas wafting from room to room
A noxious message within a tonic
Of sweet embrace
And connected flesh
And fear begins.
The poison takes hold
With malevolous mantras
She chants again and again
Until she is a quivering shade
Of her former self.
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When people create they go to a magical place that is uniquely theirs. I blog about teaching children peace, writing, and reveling in the creative process.
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