sister_theship
Dec 09, 2008 23:52
I need the wheel if I'm going to drive, Captain. Full-thrust, gotta be on time.
spɹoʍ ǝɥʇ ʇou ʇnq sǝɔıoʌ ǝɥʇ ɹǝqɯǝɯǝɹ ı
sister_theship
Nov 14, 2008 18:05
Clap on. Clap off. Clap on clap off.
The sky doesn't flicker when I clap.
sister_theship
Nov 03, 2008 09:36
We wake miles apart with the poison in our brains.
It sucks us dry 'til we collapse.
black blood and bugs on corpses. I'll be good, I promise.
Gege, I'm tired. I don't want to keep staying up for you.
sister_theship
Oct 20, 2008 10:16
Bark. Woof. Bark. You know the lies like stories.
Don't fret, little one. tell us tales and sing lullabies to the clouds
ɥʇɐq ɐ pǝǝu ı
sister_theship
Oct 03, 2008 14:21
Pitter patter on the pavement.
The air is cool on my feet, like walking on ice.
It's so noisy on the streets. I can hear them all. Welcome to the nightmare, a paranoid delightmare.
I want to wake up in the silence.
sister_theship
Sep 27, 2008 22:53
[There's soft humming, gentle, but with no particular tune at first. And then...]
Pop goes the weasel.
Simon used to hate that game too. He cried once, I remember. Had to wipe his dripping eyes.
[She hums a little again, and now there's the sound of something moving back and forth.]
"Out, out, damn spot," she said. "Out."
boxes,
simon,
cleaning
sister_theship
Sep 25, 2008 22:45
They can keep looking, but she melted into the air and became the rain. She fell on the ground and sprang up like a weed and then they chopped her off at the legs.
At the root.
...But the windows are so dirty here.
new home,
escape