The witching hour is upon us, bringing
blackened luck and jinxes.
Dusty smoke breathes in time with
the crackling of churning flames
in my ever-blistering lungs,
but I am not afraid of the wilderness.
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Published by C. Brown
C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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