The Places Only She Could See

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In reality, there was what shouldn't be,
there behind her vision,
forming a new existence,
haunting the unguarded moments.

In another place before the present,
she'd tried to flee,
to unsee the places only she could see
in the fantastical place she called home.

There was no escaping
the living phantasm she was
or the corporeal sphere she'd conjured,
so she vowed and she summoned and she wrote.

©July 2019, April 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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About 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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