A red poppy nightmare bleeds against darkened eyes.
Subtle doubt creeps into broken thunder strikes,
fading imperceptibly into dank silence. The perfect
kiss is suddenly filled with cinnamon betrayal and
wild gravity pulls forgotten tears from your eyes.
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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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