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