Yesteryear Fiction

Magic Like Liquid
By Shawn Wunjo


The soft release of the spell tearing from your fingers leaves an imprint like fire upon your soul. The last drop of magic is a moon whisper, a breath of sunlight which blossoms in the wet night and leaves you convulsing, unable to smile despite the sensations, the cessation of need.

Sweat-slick and alive with fertile visions of warm potential, you collapse to the floor, breathe the honey-sweet breaths of the willfully broken.


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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned books.