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    But Not Up Here
    But Not Up Here
    But Not Up Here
    Ebook32 pages13 minutes

    But Not Up Here

    By RoAnna Sylver

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    Words about love, grief, PTSD, jokes with no punchline.

    Steps toward finding yourself and singing down the stars.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoAnna Sylver
    Release dateJul 1, 2017
    ISBN9781540160164
    But Not Up Here
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    RoAnna Sylver

    RoAnna Sylver is passionate about stories that give hope, healing and even fun for queer, disabled and other marginalized people, and thinks we need a lot more. Aside from writing oddly optimistic dystopia and vampire books, RoAnna is a blogger, singer, and artist. RoAnna lives with family near Portland OR, and probably spends too much time playing videogames. The next adventure they would like is a nap in a pile of bunnies.

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    But Not Up Here - RoAnna Sylver

    1. DENIAL

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    You are not gone.

    The clockwork in my head, with all its intricate gears and shining, shaking wheels and notches is not quick or nimble or brave or precious enough to comprehend the fact that something has been ripped away.

    There is no response, except for a jarred tongue and scraping teeth and open eyes slowly drying.

    Everything comes to a halt, and I stare at a blank space, a hole leading to the center of the earth, at an endless landscape, stark and grey and white and empty and filled with static snow.

    Something’s wrong oh

    Something’s wrong no

    Someone’s gone, oh

    My

    God.

    Polite little alarm bells are going off now.

    But you can’t fool me.

    It’s so unlike you, to fade away. So unlike you to leave me here. So unlike you to be torn away with both of us kicking and screaming, so unlike you to give in, give up,

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