Another moment of silence following more senselessness to abhor, etching more stones in grieving, hearing more answers we’ll ignore. Outrage over trivialities, apathy when victims die, walking the stepping stones to chaos while too few wonder why. There’s no end to the tolerance, a cup that should’ve run over, but the cup that keeps filling is instead a colander. ©June 2016, April 2021 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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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