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To Quartz:I just wonder how you manage, what with no child left to you to stare longingly, afraid to touch - and then, to touch serenely with two fingertips and a palm as she would a breathless goldfish.To Quartz:
I miss you, lying piled along the trails between clearings. You were forgotten treasure, booty left by pirates, secreted
into the forest by gypsies, who never existed, save in fantasy. That is how
I miss you, as magic in periphery.
I can’t forget the color pink, as you see it – murky and bleak, with the poise of marble, the
harboring wh
by ~phoenixmemory
Valkyrie Valkyrie, I find air in your sleeves, sand-salt rattlingValkyrie
maniacally in canteens, and cold perdition
whispered on the cusps of your lips: redemption. &#
by ~phoenixmemory
Eternity is an InstantIn these moments, I am brilliance, shimmering on the back of a shadow. Swells of light slide nearer; I lay them to rest.Eternity is an Instant
Eyes dilate beneath their veils to
the mirrored cries of breathing, &nb
by ~phoenixmemory
OmenThrough the shadows, I can’t see the growing cracks in the corner where one wall is falling away from another. I can’t see anything; my eyes are closed.Omen
The dog moans. His sound is long, gloomy and ominous, with a shallow intelligence I seem to have forgotten. My left eye twitches as it echoes up at me,
wedging between my dreams. My spine curves toward you. I breathe.
I pause in the shower, wondering why it seemed so natural. In my numbness, my wrist had brushed your throat. So why,
had I thought about choking you? Twice, I bli
by ~phoenixmemory
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Strewn.I was so looking forward to tight lace feeling, He'd fill me and alow me to breathe Slender hands on my thighs and Yellow tinted breathStrewn.
Paper cups and string breach a thousand miles Distraction ensues with the static addition and I'm still lighting candles for myself Watching rusted classics, I am engulfed in dust
Previously steel parted to make way for pebbles Spilling under excited skin He fell into my arms and together, We into lime sea
My eyes begin to wander once again and It's not for the thrill of freshly spotted flesh Or a ra
by ~WhatAxShame
Fate Rewrite P. 1A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate Rewrite P. 1
PETER. Nice weather today, eh? GOD [focusin
by ~barnabus
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