Zo Lane

Open to feedback but don’t know how to change in app. I’ve always loved writing. I just never developed a collection. Doing that now.

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Zo Lane

Open to feedback but don’t know how to change in app. I’ve always loved writing. I just never developed a collection. Doing that now.

Writings

Followers

Following

Worry

Zo Lane

1 min read

I don’t know what to do

I worry about what to do

Then I worry about how I worry about what to do

But then worry more

About what to do

And about how I worry about what to do...

Poetry

Humour

A Door

Zo Lane

1 min read

A door is an object that separates

Here from there

Now from later

Seen from unseen

Do you go through? Are things better

There?

Later?

Unseen?

I see the strip of light

Underneath it

And I hear the voices, activity

Through it

I feel the vibrations

In it

What’s on the other side?

A door opened can never be closed again

Not really...

Poetry

Robbin’ Hoods

Zo Lane

2 min read

“It’s not wrong if the person has too much and they’re an asshole. It’s more of a public service,” Mark always said. That’s why they became the Robbin’ Hoods.

Technically, he and his sister Tamara were serial thieves. They stole from wealthy people and corporations. Then they “provided” to unofficial charities of their choosing. They took a maintenance fee, of course. 10%.

It started when Jimm...

Crime

I Am Zora

Zo Lane

3 min read

There are dollops of light prickling through curtains, blinds. Time for the morning meal. I have an ache in my belly and a feeling of panic. Nourishment is my sole purpose for existing right now. Nothing else crosses my mind except trying not to die.

Mom already went to the outer place. She will be gone until the sun is past the top of the sky, and we are heading towards darkness again. The Elder...

Puzzled

Zo Lane

1 min read

I’m puzzled, a puzzle

Fragmented segments of everything ‘til now

Jigsawed, jagged, overlapping, yet stippled, laying bare splinters of vulnerability, defect, inadequacy

I can’t wash it clean. I can’t disguise the rot and hurt and stink

I can only append, adjoin, affix

New zigsaws

Pillowy lumps of smiles, warm muffins, time with family

Shards of heartbreak, grief, sour grapes, and lost games of cha...

Fantasy