Lizzy Perkins
@lizzyjperkins.bsky.social
Happily Married Writer (attending uni - BA in Creative Writing) - Textile Artist - Administrative Professional #WritingCommunity #vss365
Arthur sensed Neville’s hand on his. He didn’t know when Neville had #touched him, but now he felt its warmth. It was strange yet good. The heat of Neville’s skin spread up his arm towards his chest. He gulped. It wasn’t only the danger of the war that made him speak about his dad #vss365
a black and white drawing of planes flying over a dead tree
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February 11, 2026 at 8:24 PM
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held close
to the hidden frame
at the mercy
of what has been
& what insists now
her #bones set firm
as she walks straight
into the stubborn genesis
where the ordinary tilts
& reveals a second depth
her pilgrim’s eyes
carrying a cargo
of the full moon
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
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to the hidden frame
at the mercy
of what has been
& what insists now
her #bones set firm
as she walks straight
into the stubborn genesis
where the ordinary tilts
& reveals a second depth
her pilgrim’s eyes
carrying a cargo
of the full moon
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
🖼️ ReinaChen
February 9, 2026 at 2:14 PM
held close
to the hidden frame
at the mercy
of what has been
& what insists now
her #bones set firm
as she walks straight
into the stubborn genesis
where the ordinary tilts
& reveals a second depth
her pilgrim’s eyes
carrying a cargo
of the full moon
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
🖼️ ReinaChen
to the hidden frame
at the mercy
of what has been
& what insists now
her #bones set firm
as she walks straight
into the stubborn genesis
where the ordinary tilts
& reveals a second depth
her pilgrim’s eyes
carrying a cargo
of the full moon
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
🖼️ ReinaChen
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February 11, 2026 at 2:48 PM
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He smelled his ex before he saw her. That cloying scent that she used to spray all over the house. Here it was now, in the frozen food aisle. It chilled him to the #bone.
Then a hand clasped his shoulder.
“You look good,” she whispered, and popped him into her trolley. #vss365
Then a hand clasped his shoulder.
“You look good,” she whispered, and popped him into her trolley. #vss365
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February 9, 2026 at 3:39 PM
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In her hands
she cups
the sense of the world
for #touch penetrates
as the voice does
Yearning quivers
upon her fingers
She understands
the beauty of things deeply
as she brushes them awake
It is then she knows
what they shelter:
nobility
grace
& kinship with belonging
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
she cups
the sense of the world
for #touch penetrates
as the voice does
Yearning quivers
upon her fingers
She understands
the beauty of things deeply
as she brushes them awake
It is then she knows
what they shelter:
nobility
grace
& kinship with belonging
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
February 11, 2026 at 2:12 PM
In her hands
she cups
the sense of the world
for #touch penetrates
as the voice does
Yearning quivers
upon her fingers
She understands
the beauty of things deeply
as she brushes them awake
It is then she knows
what they shelter:
nobility
grace
& kinship with belonging
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
she cups
the sense of the world
for #touch penetrates
as the voice does
Yearning quivers
upon her fingers
She understands
the beauty of things deeply
as she brushes them awake
It is then she knows
what they shelter:
nobility
grace
& kinship with belonging
#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets
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at hour
when night is still brewing
cities & faces
pass through her
like radio signals
pain & hope
sharing the same frequency
with tenderness
she reduces noise
living with #ache
the way one lives with weather
in the pale light
the room is as it is
misfortune
stays outside
#vss365 #blueskypoets
when night is still brewing
cities & faces
pass through her
like radio signals
pain & hope
sharing the same frequency
with tenderness
she reduces noise
living with #ache
the way one lives with weather
in the pale light
the room is as it is
misfortune
stays outside
#vss365 #blueskypoets
February 10, 2026 at 3:11 PM
at hour
when night is still brewing
cities & faces
pass through her
like radio signals
pain & hope
sharing the same frequency
with tenderness
she reduces noise
living with #ache
the way one lives with weather
in the pale light
the room is as it is
misfortune
stays outside
#vss365 #blueskypoets
when night is still brewing
cities & faces
pass through her
like radio signals
pain & hope
sharing the same frequency
with tenderness
she reduces noise
living with #ache
the way one lives with weather
in the pale light
the room is as it is
misfortune
stays outside
#vss365 #blueskypoets
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“May I enquire what the broadsword is for, Miss Davenport?”
“Removing Sir’s testicles.”
“Er, why is that the case?”
“The fool keeps saying that I’m a constant ball #ache. So, with some blue-sky thinking, I’m going to ease the pain and suffering he’s in. No more aching in the balls!”
#vss365
“Removing Sir’s testicles.”
“Er, why is that the case?”
“The fool keeps saying that I’m a constant ball #ache. So, with some blue-sky thinking, I’m going to ease the pain and suffering he’s in. No more aching in the balls!”
#vss365
February 10, 2026 at 6:29 AM
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February 10, 2026 at 6:17 PM
Daddy tickled her and tickled her until she squealed with laughter. Then he got on all fours and shouted, the fox is going to catch you. He chased her round the room until her sides #ached with laughter. Sally loved it when Daddy came home #vss365
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February 10, 2026 at 7:30 PM
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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 9 is #bones
"...a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool."
T. S. Eliot
#9
"...a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool."
T. S. Eliot
#9
February 9, 2026 at 3:59 AM
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My candle flickers as I descend into the dungeon. Alice said follow the passage that it would lead to my sweetheart, that she is safe. The hall widens and ahead is a chest. My heart beats faster. I open the lid… she’s not inside. All I see is a pile of #bones. Alice lied #vss365
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February 9, 2026 at 7:46 PM
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Bob found Nora staring at the #pale morning sky. "It makes you wonder, doesn't it?" she softly mused. "About what?" he replied. "You know, life..." Bob slipped an arm around Nora's waist. He loved how she found meaning in something as quiet as the start of the day.
#vss365
#vss365
February 8, 2026 at 7:52 AM
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Amy ran to her bedroom, but the #pale man flew inside before she could barricade the door.
"You're helpless now," he said. "No more weapons."
She shook her head. "Actually, I have one more: seasonal depression." She flipped the switch on her UV therapy lamp, and the vampire screamed.
#vss365
"You're helpless now," he said. "No more weapons."
She shook her head. "Actually, I have one more: seasonal depression." She flipped the switch on her UV therapy lamp, and the vampire screamed.
#vss365
February 8, 2026 at 11:53 AM
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is it real?
that thing that used be your head
turned half-pipe
now home to guilt and shame
doing anchor grinds
and carving grooves
in your skull
while their #pale sister
runs her hands
along your thighs
how will you know
until you crack open the heart
whether it is alive
or dead
#vss365
that thing that used be your head
turned half-pipe
now home to guilt and shame
doing anchor grinds
and carving grooves
in your skull
while their #pale sister
runs her hands
along your thighs
how will you know
until you crack open the heart
whether it is alive
or dead
#vss365
February 8, 2026 at 4:13 AM
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You have a window installed in your chest so I can see what you mean.
Peeping between ribs like blinds at your fist of a heart, pale- knuckled pounding.
Wants to be free, you say. But my guess is, your heart is knocking for better luck than me.
#vss365 (pale)
#ThingsToWriteAbout (window)
Peeping between ribs like blinds at your fist of a heart, pale- knuckled pounding.
Wants to be free, you say. But my guess is, your heart is knocking for better luck than me.
#vss365 (pale)
#ThingsToWriteAbout (window)
February 8, 2026 at 10:53 AM
You have a window installed in your chest so I can see what you mean.
Peeping between ribs like blinds at your fist of a heart, pale- knuckled pounding.
Wants to be free, you say. But my guess is, your heart is knocking for better luck than me.
#vss365 (pale)
#ThingsToWriteAbout (window)
Peeping between ribs like blinds at your fist of a heart, pale- knuckled pounding.
Wants to be free, you say. But my guess is, your heart is knocking for better luck than me.
#vss365 (pale)
#ThingsToWriteAbout (window)
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night gates left ajar
milky way in cold pixels
#pale insomniac
#vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #Milky_Way #haiku #senryu #blueskypoets
milky way in cold pixels
#pale insomniac
#vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #Milky_Way #haiku #senryu #blueskypoets
February 8, 2026 at 11:05 AM
night gates left ajar
milky way in cold pixels
#pale insomniac
#vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #Milky_Way #haiku #senryu #blueskypoets
milky way in cold pixels
#pale insomniac
#vss365 #DailyHaikuPrompt #Milky_Way #haiku #senryu #blueskypoets
He thought he was better than most people. Especially when they were alone in the woods; he, James, Vern, and Beryl. But the path of arrogance is short. By the #pale light of morning, when fingers of fog slid along the moss, his body was found at the foot of the mountain. #vss365
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February 8, 2026 at 9:42 PM
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