Chilly room, one chair
steam curls like soft whispered hugs
cocoa is my friend.
About the Creator
Capture
Catch the glowing light Within your delicate threads Weaver of the air
By Alyssa Mussoabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly4 days ago in Fiction
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