On Writing a Dystopian Novel

| By Lauren Taglienti |

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On Writing a Dystopian Novel

By Lauren Taglienti

After everyone’s doors are closed

And snores prevail beyond them,

I sneak up the stairs

Into my space,

Where I confront freedom in the face:

The blank page,

And sometimes, I deny it. 

Other times, I shapeshift,

I time travel:

Into a woman that is yet to be born,

In a time that is yet to come:

A dystopia not much unlike my own,

But one in which I am free from my reality,

Briefly living in its aftermath:

A haunting ecstasy.