Serenity
I’m grateful that a piano can
absorb ugly and form beauty.
My hands sink into the weighted
keys, my foot onto the pedal.
It’s cold and hard to the touch
but smooth and glossy.
It endures my beatings and rage,
a secret only we share, impossible
to expose. & by the end, the weight
on my chest has left me.
- Sappy
From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably
I’m determined to become rich
with loving memories of you and I.
Unlike money, love can’t be measured,
so prove you love me
with a savings account
of romantic adventures:
Front-row seats to a symphony
of your snores and whispers.
A limited edition perfume
of your morning breath.
A proposal so sweet
it’s topped off with a ring pop.
A honeymoon lavishly decorated
with your goofy smile.
Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger.
I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love.
If you’re okay with that,
won’t you be my lover,
my clearance aisle breadwinner?
- Sappy
Both warning and shelter at once, this fortress is one of several way stations for island hoppers navigating the icy southern archipelagos of 1c. The surrounding region is often covered in a dense fog and low-lying clouds thanks to lava-driven upwellings, and the occasional eruption can cause severe, localized storms, making the region one of the most perilous to traverse. Like most structures on 1c, it has a deep underground network for harnessing geothermal energy and a small cache of resources in the event that a visitor requires shelter from a storm.