A Riddle to Ruin
by Mackenzie T. Webel

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On the island I wake up on when I doze off, the air is heavy but the wind blows soft. There are no stairs to heaven as my glow is a little off. Boxed inside a spherical space. Death races to extinguish the life of brain cells in a place where the sound is swift of crashing waves. Where I can't tell Hell from passing days. The moon light burns my skin. Soon to fight my own confusion. In the illusion around me that is mostly sand and water and I feel something on the peak that demands an offer. So I'm scrambling on the island like I'm running out of time and I'm rambling in my mind telling myself that I am fine. Even if it's a lie.

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Mackenzie Webel started writing poetry in high school, and as a young poet he strives to reach readers who are facing love and loss by writing about his own life experiences. His themes range from bright and beautiful to dark and gloomy, and his work is rooted in artistic self-expression. He currently lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, with his brother and their pets, Pablo the cat and a Dalmatian named Bean. A Riddle to Ruin is his first book.

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