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Remind Me Not to Ever
Circling again, oh dear, when will you learn these ferocious skies? Red is an omen, a murder is a witness, and together wings will wither to skin, to the muscle, to the bone. Deliverance! Deliverance! But only to the righteous, and you know you the viscousness of only looking up. Descending, igniting. Ashes; throw them around. Smear your face ( Read more... ) -
Luna, My Darling.
I didn't even make it a week at attempting to be stagnant, and why I thought that would do me some good is beyond me. And so I feel like this is my only outlet, and I want and want and want to write, but I don't think I have that much to say. Someone remind me how to live a sober lifestyle ( Read more... ) -
Time to Pretend
Shadows and twins, they seem like one in the same. We couldn't severe if we spent eternity trying. Know that I need you, and I appreciate you more than I could ever let on. We all have the families we were born into, and the families that we choose, and I live for the latter. I exhale all my secrets with ease into your ear, and I can always ( Read more... ) -
Sunspots
"Peel off our skin we're gonna burn what we were to the ground
Fuck in the fire and we'll spread all the ashes around"Pheromones going into overhaul, triggered merely by a memory. If I could devour this ghost, if I could wrap myself around iridescent curves... I could self-destruct. A visceral burst of blues and reds, vapor trails and ember ( Read more... ) -
Brazen
Coming down from a fascination with water, not quite Freudian; delaying gratification is something I've come to terms with, perhaps almost relish. It could be the isolation of it, a dark expanse above and below, each as seemingly vast as the other, and the horizon encircling me. Stranded, left to forces a thousand-fold greater than I ( Read more... ) -
Quixotic
Defined as 'exceedingly idealistic; unrealistic and impractical.' It feels like a call to arms, a mission statement ( Read more... ) -
The Modern Age
Latent summer evenings, the air washed in smoke and laughter, our breath a sweet medley of herbs and wine. We set a scene for me to run too when nostalgia settles into the corners of my eyes, when three a.m. seems less inviting, and my story slows to the point where I just want to skip ahead to the next chapter. I make memories that never ( Read more... ) -
To Be Dismissed (as it already has)
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I'm Bringing My Bullets
I turn to chapter fourteen and start to write your name. I'm listening to every song that ever made me think of you, slipping my hands into the emotional gloves I wear around you. I've wrote this part of the story before, twice before now ( Read more... ) -
One-Eighty By Summer. . .
All so entirely possible, caught up in the hype of the first five seconds.
Christ, where do I even begin? How do I even start?
He came creeping back, like I always joked they always do, like I always hoped he would. He said what I knew he would.
Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?
Everything you knew you would, and that he would.Should I do ( Read more... )