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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3648 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Song of Merope Lisa Janice Cohen Sleep pulls me with the urgency of a riptide. I struggle to kick free from tangled dreams, stand damp, trembling beside the bed. Your body maps my absent contours; starlight seeps through the edges of my skin. I watch the moon swallow herself one last time-- even my bright sisters, the Pleiades pale, witnesses to the silence between one breath and the next. While Helios rides I can hide nothing from you, nearly forget my true shape. As night fades, you call my name and I must make the choice again. |
