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  • Undeceased Uncle: Part One Freterers was known for its controversial potions. Ms. Vera Freterer had no qualms about selling virgin’s blood, baby’s teeth, and witch warts. While witch warts are used in common potions, usually to cure a cold, they are rarely sold as a separate commodity. Not only did Ms. Freterer’s store contain less-than-agreeable ingredients, she had also crafted potions unique to her store. One floor to ceiling shelf held all of her Freterer exclusives where you could find tasteless, clear droplets used to give someone bad breath or a rainbow potion that could change your sexuality. This latter potion wasn’t necessarily intended to make anyone straight, it was only meant to change your attractions to fall anywhere you wanted on the spectrum. In her newspaper ad, Ms. Freterer tried to argue that the potion was made to turn sexuality into a choice in order to empower people. Protesters nearly burnt down her store that year. Regardless of the bad press, everyone always stopped in Freterers when in town. It was like watching a tornado; you should run, but you want to see what happens next. That’s how Aurora found herself in Freterers the week after she lost all of her hair. She’d been practicing fire spells in university with a friend when her hair caught. Her professors had burn cream for her skin, which immediately healed. But hair isn’t a vital organ and losing it isn’t like losing a hand. Most people just assume that it will grow back. Aurora’s hadn’t re-sprouted. Ms. Freterer’s ...
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Latest Poetry Post

  • The Lies We Tell Ourselves Do you hear the ticking? Count the seconds, the minute, the days, the years. Wish them away. Push it off to tomorrow. Rain check, reschedule. Plan like you have time. Promise forever to him. All the time you have and beyond.   Grey snakes through your hair. Lines mark your skin. The aching starts.   Memories slip away. Where did you put them?   The stress, bad decisions, sadness all become apparent in your body.   “Time heals all wounds” No. The wounds become scars; the pain dulls. They mark you always. ************************************************************************************************************* Like this poem? Share it and read on: http://www.wedbushwrite.com/new-time-same-place/
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