University was the best thing to ever happen to me, I study creative writing and I thrive. I make do and I survive, but then when I feel vulnerable, I gain the power to scribe.
I have a special pen It always writes in black, I thank it when I’m finished, And it always thanks me back. I have a special pen, It lives on my lined paper, I keep it along the right lines, And It always returns the favour. _________________________________ Bland winds hold her hand as they lead her through the scent of lilac promises exhaled from decomposed breath. They carry her down to the riverbank where Zephyrus winds churn the tides to the river Styx. Where saddened winds tousle her locks, priming her for the infernos. Gently sweeping them behind her ears for he is kinder the younger they appear. Rueful winds whisper for her to explore the shallow waters as they hold their breath, not wanting to have to blow her frail form in. She sees reeds and frogs spawn from the eye of the sun as she feels the cool air whip the back of her neck. Fisherman draw in their lines, boats full of octopus, shaved faces prepared to mourn. The mermaid waves goodbye to her as she swallows a coin and hopes for the best. _____________________________________________ Before the forestfire started, We peeled back bananaskins, And gazed from a clearing, In the woodland. Before the forestfire started, We whistled in response, To fleets of birds, In the treetops. After the fire, We walked on embers, And cleaned the ashes, In the toxic river.
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