Poetry
Each one
a thing in itself
Standalone poems — not excerpts, not scenes. Just the words, on their own terms.
These poems exist outside the novel. They don't belong to a chapter or a city or a year — they're just what was left when everything else was stripped away.
Some things can only be said in a poem. These are those things.
Poems
2 pieces-
→Is It the End?
Your words are the blade at my throat — it cuts and it burns.
If I don't go, if I say no, is it the end? -
→Older Than the Stones
Through darkest night and winter wind, through all the grief I've known —
my heart will find its way to yours, for our love is older than the stones.
The prose lives next door — excerpts from Step Back.
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