The Worlds of Phoebe

I can fly. The air is slippery. All these years I have waited, constrained by the frustrating tug of gravity. Now I am free to move wherever I please. You must love me now – surely you must love me? When you see my liquid form and hear my sweet golden voice how could you resist?

– Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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2 Responses to The Worlds of Phoebe

  1. Angie says:

    I like this one

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