I don’t know if I fear death Itself by Waverly Vernon
“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
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“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
“A few months into my master’s program, each day had become just another attempt at acting human.” – excerpt from Puppeteering, non-fiction by Jackson Mattocks #TheMetaworker
“I longed to brush my lips next to yours– to taste the tang of rubies on your tongue.” excerpt from Rubies by Carol E. Anderson #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday