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Applecharm11 Starhorse


Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

The Mist

May 13, 2016


She comes on those days
emerging over the boggy swamps
her silent slow creeping
yet strongly hides what she swallows

But instead of spreading far
to eat up as much as she can
she stops as if there is a
mark she is prohibited to leave

She stands up, staring back at me
her milky eyes transfixed
her raven hair drawn back
her lips fixed closed

But despite the taunts
I throw at her
she continues to stay to
her ring, bathing it so white, nothing else is seen

What is she waiting for?
Why doesn't she move?
Why does she look at me so?
Why are her lips pursed shut?

The mist says nothing,
only continuing to sit there
as if waiting for me
to leave

She only swirls tighter
around the ring of space she hides
as my eyes continue to stare
but yet does not move

She coils like a mother bird
around the space, like a
large silver blanket
daring me to approach

Only after I've left,
I hear her sigh with relief
her eyes finally blink
and her mouth opens in small whisper

I rush back
popping from my hiding place
but the mist has gone
and with her milky veil

taken her secrets with her


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  • May 13, 2016 - 3:34am (Now Viewing)

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