( pop drabble: la mort d'une sirène )

A chance for some prosetry? Yes please! :D
Constructive criticism is encouraged.

Enjoy!

( You cannot find the glass mother left )

It’s true the world will turn without you. The trick 
is to burn so bright
to afford such warmth
that when you leave the room
the sky gasps, knowing
a star has gone out.
Finding my words has been so hard. And then this. I've fallen in love with poesy all over again.

Written for "nominal nomad" over at BF. I don't even know, guys. This starts out very Hemingway-ish. Don't forget to breathe between sentences!

( A Letter: The Shaman of Huang He )

A short one-shot for BF's June contest. Wrapping my mind around this prompt (Fugue, Refugee) was hard. Let's hope the following weeks become a lot easier. :)

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( cruise fodder )