Dan A'Vard


Writing

the hut in the clearing

Tearing through the mountain forests / sweat dripping from her flanks / the bracken broken and twisted in her path / darting around rocks / over trees, under branches

a girl on a street in a strange city

she’s still beneath the tree / half waving, half smiling / her face obscured / but now i know her, or / maybe i just know something about her.

Wall

my eyes burn / from the inside out, / the pain running back into my head / and diving down into my body

jerk

He lay on the ground, retching, turning, / but the noise had gone out.

flimsy

each time, part of me would drop, swirling into the deep

shamal

it tears through us. / Clawing our burning skin and bloodshot eyes

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