Empty Games

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Lost
in a place she knew well.
Alone
where once others dwelt.
She was grateful.
Taught to survive apart,
she’d found a way to live in her mind.
It’d kept her alive.
It was the choice she had to make.
If.
It was the game she played with herself.
Only.
Was the other game played with no one else.

©May 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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