The Story Book

by Mortal Utopia   Aug 23, 2018


The world always opens and closes you
like a well-prepared sentence:
for we believe you’ve a defined ending,
whether happy or sad.

Your layers upon layers
of paper and ink,
of fingerprints and tearstains,
built like fragile bricks to morph

into a home so warm in its unfamiliarity –
into a refuge so endearing in its vulnerability.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I liked very much this piece and in particular the idea of the layers of chaos morphing into a home quite different from the chaos yet still a refuge despite its vulnerability. Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Brilliant!

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