Epicenters

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She was awkward in turn,
cold with chilling thoughts on a mild night.
Lying on fallen needles,
they’d lost their sense of purpose.

The stars overhead rotated.
Everywhere she went she was the epicenter,
except when others were present.
Then they turned.
She was flung away.

©March 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Ontyre Passages

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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