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  • Writer's pictureNeon Mariposa Magazine
    • Jan 3, 2019
    • 1 min read

Ashes by Dani Marty

Updated: Jan 4, 2019

She took in authors recommended by the man she loved.

Took in words to open herself to him and clung to past conversations long forgotten.

She was not well.

Escaping into prose like wells of tar.

Dark circles rimmed eyes of glassy concentration.

Like the darkness of his taste in books, she let him consume her.



Dani Marty is a Latinx writer from New Mexico. She lettered in Creative Writing in high school and took several Creative Writing and Poetry courses in college. She has been writing for over 16 years and has recently begun sharing her work.

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