time's edge

PART ONE: i am halfway washed away

Jul 23 • 2wicebitten

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how the air felt

17.07.2026 // 22:23

Jul 18 • 2wicebitten

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untitled story (in three parts)

where does fiction go once it has been forgotten?

Jul 16 • 2wicebitten

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1

1

an exposition

“she looks at it down there among the grass and blackberry bushes, irretrievable: that it is there is profoundly significant, its loss and its inertia…

Jul 9 • 2wicebitten

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3

1

June 2026

now and later

in two parts

Jun 5 • 2wicebitten

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2

March 2026

3/25/26 // 21:24

last week i went for a bike ride along the trail past the high school.

Mar 26 • 2wicebitten

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December 2025

a room of my own

i think that with every time i (rarely (sorry)) share my writing on here it gets more and more personal and frankly it's a little concerning but surely…

Dec 8, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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November 2025

reframing

soon soon soon soon soon

Nov 12, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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August 2025

11:38 on a saturday night

downtown sebastopol has more sounds of nature than you might think.

Aug 31, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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1

July 2025

The Little Girl: her Creation, her Fire, and her Bite

when i was a little girl i had a little wooden bed frame for my little girl bed.

Jul 19, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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4

1

17july2025

a new friend asked me if i was the “all or nothing” type.

Jul 18, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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June 2025

untitled poem on Those Things That Keep Me Bound To Myself

my memories live in my bedsheets sticky and heavy and warm in the mornings i don’t feel proud of it i don’t wash my sheets frequently enough i sleep…

Jun 2, 2025 • 2wicebitten

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