The Saccharine Abstraction of Everything is a collection of musings written across three years. The book is an indulgently sentimental reverie about everything that earned a second glance from a fourteen-, fifteen-, then sixteen-year-old—anything that made her think for a minute or two, then an hour, longer than necessary. The poems explore themes like identity, perception, and the perpetual uncertainty of the future.
The Saccharine Abstraction of Everything is a collection of musings written across three years. The book is an indulgently sentimental reverie about everything that earned a second glance from a fourteen-, fifteen-, then sixteen-year-old—anything that made her think for a minute or two, then an hour, longer than necessary. The poems explore themes like identity, perception, and the perpetual uncertainty of the future.
The world was slowly dissolving into chaos,
When a zaralia stumbled in.
But not this world,
A world with magic that would make your head spin.
Celestia - a world of pixies,
With four kingdoms that flourished.
Sprawling forests, shimmering lakes,
And rulers who were cherished.
The wane began when the great king of Emberglass,
The kingdom of Infernos in the north,
Was murde
The world was slowly dissolving into chaos,
When a zaralia stumbled in.
But not this world,
A world with magic that would make your head spin.
Celestia - a world of pixies,
With four kingdoms that flourished.
Sprawling forests, shimmering lakes,
And rulers who were cherished.
The wane began when the great king of Emberglass,
The kingdom of Infernos in the north,
Was murde
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Once upon a time; they would be pretty words to begin this story. Too pretty for a tale as terrible as this, like a frilly gown for a beast, a garland of flowers for a snake, a pinch of sugar in the salty sea. No, there shall be no once upon a time for this awful kingdom, for this is no Read More...
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