Into the territory of the strange,
One finds oneself,
Treated as if deranged.
One only has them self.
I now sit in chair,
I now sit in chair waiting now.
I wait for the time to go to my home.
I seek my own slumber,
I want to sleep tonight.
As I sleep,
I want no night terrors tonight.
I wait till the midnight.
As the day draws to a close.
I sleep,
Hoping not to blow my nose.
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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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