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“I think you broke the blender,” Nico sighed, hands clapped over his ears to block out the loud grinding noise.

“No, it’s fine,” Caroline said, flicking it off and peering at the foamy, half-blended concoction.

“Does it always smell like burning plastic?”

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Unlikely Allies

Captain Moral’s eyes widened through his emerald green mask when he recognized the woman standing next to him in the throng of protesters. “What are you doing here?”

Professor Pyro smirked, her eyes bright behind her own leather mask. “While I may be this city’s resident supervillain,” she said, hefting her sign so the handle rested on her other shoulder, “that doesn’t mean I’m… evil.”

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Slapdash Poetry

Half-hearted poems
Skitter across a blank page
In desperation,

Wildly trying
To make sense of the whole from
Just one tiny part.




© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Not Enough

There is so much pain in the world,
And it is tearing me apart.

I hear their cries,
And my throat is raw.
I see their tears,
And wipe away my own.
I feel them crushed,
And I can’t breathe.

I open my mouth,
And nothing comes out.
I have the voice to be heard,
But not the voice to speak.

How to be an ally?
A single question,
With unending answers.

There is work to be done,
And as I watch the world,
I watch myself,
Seeking the courage –

To learn.
To change.
To fight for what’s right.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Here’s How White People Can Support The Fight Against Police Brutality

18 Ways That You Can Actively Support The Black Community No Matter Where You’re From

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It’s funny;
My default when
I don’t know what to write
About is to write about writing.
When I am at a loss for
Words, the words I
Find are so much
Simpler.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Self-Reflection, Self-Doubt

I want to write words that express
The pain, the heartache, the trauma
The world is going through right now,
But I don’t know if my voice is the one
That should be speaking.



© The Lightning Tower, 2020

Witches’ Song

Despite the fact that they were sisters, Cornelia and Lydia were reacting very differently to their current situation.

“Lydia, do stop with the weeping and the carrying on,” Cornelia said with a sigh, barely audible over the sound of her sister’s wailing.

This stern rebuke, of course, only made Lydia sob louder and more dramatically. Cornelia rolled her eyes, and began to pace. There had to be a way out of here. There was always a way out, if only one could find it. Even if that way out takes a lot of time and pain, a voice in the back of her head reminded her, and Cornelia shrugged it off. If the time came for that option, she’d deal with it then. For now, there had to be a simpler option.

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