Miscellany from the past few days. Might be there is something worthwhile in the bunch.
all #tangled up
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 26, 2022
in memories
of you
stuck staring
at white walls
wondering#vss365tbt
She was dressed for her final #ascent to the mountain spirit: In all black, to represent the emptiness of her body as a vessel for the which the spirit would inhabit when it came back to the reign in the village a fortnight later.#horrorprompt#vsshorror pic.twitter.com/MNXtED27Xi
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 26, 2022
He wondered if he might feel less #isolated if, for at least one day, he blocked access to the internet. Just turned it off entirely go into the forest, away from the beaten trails, away from the mass of humanity, and just sat.
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 27, 2022
Somehow, he imagined, he would belong.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/H0DErgzHqd
these eyes ache of
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 29, 2022
too much horror
embrace me roots
bury me loam
carry me
carry me
broken stone#micropoem#spiritsong
i might find you waiting
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 29, 2022
hiding there in the wood
drawn by your #featherlight
touch on a shoulder
from behind a secret birch
a smirk in shadows#vss365
Aujourd'hui, maman est morte.
— michael raven is 'twixt and 'tween (@MichaelRaven_99) May 30, 2022
He echoed Meursault's words because he understood how the man must have felt. Though her death was far from being an #unforeseen event, a world would expect him to rend his clothes in grief.
How could he explain that all he felt was empty?#vss365 pic.twitter.com/JLVVW9yYMZ
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