Based in Atlanta, Georgia, Amber peace uses her poetry and larp writing to explore themes of ptsd, abuse, love, and relationships.

Terminus Garden

Terminus Garden

Pushing, pulling, touching on the edges of borders, of boundaries, I thought my lines were clean.
False.
I scout the limits wrong. I don’t exactly destroy margins, but I trample bluebells, camellias, narcissi, and hyacinths - beauty which should be tended. I did not see them under me or beside me or in front of me.
I saw green just across the line.
Softness, not the dry, brown sticks stabbing into my feet. In my eagerness I fell. Dirt in my nails, scratches on my elbows, the world spins. I sit. I wait. Standing is foreign. The flowers are frightening. I cannot see the green from here.

Forward

Forward

Weaving

Weaving