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May 2020
she unsheathed her weapon
her inner contents ripped loose-

Black blood hissed on her clear, sharp blade

She disciplined their ignorance and hate

Blood droplets rained, footsteps drummed on the floor
Who needs a knight, when you can slay your own dragons?  

She let no-one move her.
but she.
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
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