Roses come in noir / roses come in pink,
Worn in raven hair / worn in Bianca’s hair.
The keyboard plays / sombre tunes today.
The stem is a rope / tied in a noose.
For the ladies neck / la femme has no neck.
The tender shaped neck / fits in many laces
For girl of deux faces / the face that we see.
The face, deep inside / a world opened wide
Hidden from the world / hopes fading nightly.
Her hopes a dreams / tossed in a whirl.
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I am a poet, short story, novellette, and novella writer. Genres in the past I've written include Time Travel, Post Apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, and GameLit. I briefly ventured into Slipstream, and now circling back into writing GameLit fiction with literary elements.
Nowadays I simply want to write, and not worry about genre.
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