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Romantizm

Here are vingettes and conversations from a novel I haven't yet written. Here are Leah, John, and all of their disasters.

She and the Rest

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by LunarScars

by LunarScars

She calls without warning.

In a way, she is

her own martyr.

She is the villain,

poison elegance,

being brought down,

slowly,

terribly,

by a crowd she leads

herself.

Shall she be her own undoing?

Shall she fall?

I think they'll watch her fly.

I might watch, too.

But only I will see her.

Invisibility is both a blessing

and a curse.