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Fiction
are you for real?
some words, the way they look at you
love on toast
say hi to my feelings
taking shelter
you call that a knife? this is a knife.
I miss, therefore I am
getting ready to meet the devil
how to be your own story
the storm before the calm
writer girl, interrupted
in praise of blood and noise
just another love letter
I am a work of fiction
no matter how many of my cells are replaced
badland
here be dragons
nothing is ever the same as they said it was
where I hide secrets
a thunderous mind
you want to talk about the stories I write
following new love out the door
sneaking out of your second story’s window
a scene that should have been
a neon sign reading exit was glowing in a bar
alegoria
waking up with stories on my mind to tell nobody
piece of mind
warming me up
mindscapes
sharp prose
filling up gaps with cotton candy
swallowed whole by life, not to be spat out
soulshine
a few more bricks to add to being just Mel
you don’t always want to play alchemist
there is another world, but it is in this one
if only you could put out your fire first
the softness still seeps in
keen to see it all
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