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Widow's Walls

In widow’s walls

the shadows slip

and whisper

amongst themselves.

It’s nothing in the carpet’s 

breath that tells

of tales—

the dilapidated Bard

still sits, spiderwebs

lost in memory’s lap.

A day’s ride on tendrilled wisps 

fallen to the steps.

I fall with them,

and read

the words long lost

in greyish epiphany

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About the Author

Marisca Pichette wanders the unknown. More of her work appears in Strange Horizons, Vastarien, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Fantasy Magazine, Flash Fiction Online, and PseudoPod, among others. Her speculative poetry collection, Rivers in Your Skin, Sirens in Your Hair, was published by Android Press in April 2023. Find her on Twitter as @MariscaPichette and Instagram as @marisca_write.

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