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So blessed, blessed up against the sky; You charmed the others, unbeknownst to me. I sought you, for my bones were feeling dry. Naively, I thought that I ought to try To find your skeleton beneath the sea, Not blessed, blessed up against the sky. Persistent through the wicked time was I; With nescience like a rotten, hollow tree, I sought you, for my bones were feeling dry. And, agonized, I softly chose to lie, Because I knew my coward forgery Was not so blessed up against the sky. Then when you came, I could not fathom why— As others watched your rapt divinity— I sought you with my bones still feeling dry. Again you

Sitting up in a bed wherein she never found sleep, The girl listens, wide-eyed, and swears she hears pianos From outside her window, in the cold, plucking rain. Disquieted, she turns to the fire that burns And crackles, smugly threatening to wake the girl’s mother, Who has warned her before that fire spares nothing. Though the fire snaps loudly, the girl believes nothing Can drown out the impudent sound of pianos Raging outside her room with the treasonous rain. And worse—though the fire was built by her mother To keep the girl warm—now the stuffy air burns. So, desperate, the girl escapes heat through the rain: She

The grass was green. I remember that. I looked down as I walked because I liked the contrast of my pale feet against the green, and how they matched the occasional tiny flower that sat embedded between the blades. Something about the picture felt familiar. Something about it made me feel like I wasn’t so lost. By the time I looked up, I’d reached the top of the hill. The rest was just meadow; flat, smooth meadow. No trees, except the edging of a wood further left, far off and rounded, obviously thick, so I couldn’t tell what would be on the other side. A little ways from the wood, somewhere between it and myself, I saw somet

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My name is Janine. I’m the girl who fell asleep in her dreams and never woke up again. I wandered around in sprawling blackness for ages and instants and, as my body was the only sane part of me, leaving it was devastating. An action that ensured certain doom and eternal joy. I passed stars and animals, and women with their shoes kicked off, bathing their feet in pools of light. I lived inside a grandfather clock for a century, in the hall of a high school I’d never been to. I watched the students pass and I saw the teachers teach. And if any of them made direct eye contact with the clock face at any quarter hour, I saw for an i