tenebrae

[jeub]

it's just a small vial of blood. but it throbs in my memory like a painful, festering wound. it hangs there neatly and quietly. but its image screamed inside my head, it made my fist want to bleed on the walls

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[recluse_x]

You fascinate me.
Like crystal balancing on needle-point.

[jeub]

whatever direction it leans, it falls down and breaks.

[recluse_x]

Or until the willing hand that catches you.

Or best, you may let yourself fall and break and become fragments of the original - sharp yet remains brittle.

...until Time grinds you to fine grains of sand. Collected and Resilient. Solitary and intact.

[anonymous]

"...solitary."
that's what you are. so many wants to love you and yet, you remain.