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Human Brilliance

We are ants.

The smallest sort that can sit on the head of a pin,

And live for only a day.

What do we know about eons?

Or planets?

Or gods?

Yet we think ourselves Goliaths;

Leviathans of the cosmos.

We say we know everything about the Universe

That there is to know,

And perhaps that is safest,

Because if the shell of the Earth should crack,

And split a terrible, pink dawn upon us,

Our minds would crack as well,

And our eyes would blaze madly

At the sight of all the dreadful things

We do not know.

Bodies

I am oceans,

black and boiling

in a thread-worn skin.

All my reflections

are papered over

so as they won't pop,

but what ghosts are

these red-ochre Venuses with

sagging breasts and bulbous bellies?

Are these my foremothers,

or oracles of cursed Creation,

or first carvings of Eve?

No shivering white flower.

but as fat and fearsome

As the first sun.

Sadness

is a warm quilt we pull around ourselves

when it's too cold outside.

About

          "Miranda Loraine Nunnally received her Bachelor's degree from Southern Virginia University. While employed at the university's library, she grew a particular interest in folklore and ghost stories. She hopes to one day tour all the allegedly haunted locations of the US, including the infamous Stanley Hotel. She currently lives in Utah where she is pursuing a Master's degree in Library Sciences. Her other passions include science-fiction, rainy days, cats, Halloween, and chocolate." -Tom the Skull

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Contact

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