Sheri

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Writer of word both truth and tale. Video producer, editor, artist, still human. Hire me?

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Slowly making a visual novel called We Will Not See Heaven, demo is free. Sometimes I stream, or post adult things. Boys' love novel enthusiast. Take care, yeah?

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I've bought a box to escape reality.

It's tiny, potent; it has want to conjure words and worlds alike.

In these right angles, at just the right angle, is any horizon- anywhere new. I pull it each and every way, lean myself to shallow bends and deeper corners still. Each dollar I spent is two I should seek; perhaps there's coins pinned in these folds, weighing it down- slowing it down. Shall I spend to speed- could another coin pry these chambers open, or would I lose that too?

If I go inside, I can free myself, and ease reality on the way. I pull the box over myself. I allow it to obscure me- invert the world in covers. For a moment- I could imagine my tethers freed: a feeling worth compensation. My escape chimes, coins in a cacophony jingle. This corruption weakens the box, yet coins look solid enough.

Inside my box, my darling escape, a new box still appears. Words on worlds:

"Is this all you spend to flee spending?"

I scrape the walls for coins. I should think it easier from inside the box.


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