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This week I share the sixth of sixteen stories from my next release Love Scenes From the Black Market, a dark anthology.
This week’s snippet is more of a poetry piece I wrote upon waking from a particularly vivid dream. The dream (and the piece I wrote after having it, Vision of an End), so affected me I wound up writing an entire series using the work as a catalyst. And while Blood Skies wound up being more about guns, vampires and the apocalypse, the central image of the black unicorns and the girls they hunted always remained at he forefront of my mind.
Already it fades.
Four unicorns; a field; a sky of lavender and leaves.
“I see trees.”
A mountain of jet and hoarfrost, embalmed by icewinter clouds.
Four women, fair, skin the color of milk and moon. A gentle wind caresses them like loving hands.
Memories of Empire, of tall dark buildings soaked in black rain and the shadows of tall men.
She sits in a parlor and dreams.
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