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Level 9, The Department of Mysteries

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

It's the same nightmare as before same hallway as before but this time, something's different

Points on a Graph

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

my hand are itching to rip apart myself and the music's jumping in my skull, vibrating my skin like waves of sand on a drum after every downstrok..

Coping Mechanism

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

dropping like the temperature from the burning to the frost- the moon is destroyed; I'm hurling out of orbit

Houdini

A Story by Ruminating Archaeologist

I leave the French doors open as I walk, barefoot, slowly towards the mirror. There's a mist about my feet ad I can barely see my reflection before me..

Number Sense

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

"Doesn't this all figure?" I ask myself.

Autopsy

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

"Which do I cut?" said the surgeon, spinning the point of his butcher knife on the tip of his finger. The knife cannot harm him.

Two Days Slow

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

"falling down a rabbit's hole..."

Absorb

A Story by Ruminating Archaeologist

"Sometimes, you make me feel like throwing up." Dez looked up from her survey. "What?" I shrugged in thought, and idly flicked off some eraser-sha..

Untitled random piece

A Story by Ruminating Archaeologist

Sunlight streamed in through the glass panes of the greenhouse. Tamsyn Raymer wiped sweat off of her brow as she finished watering a flat of anemone.

Iridescent

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist

if you'd let me / maybe I'd let myself; / keep on going with this / back and forth