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Space for this -
Will he breathe out a single word?
Will you let him even breathe air?
Owl omens, crystal phantoms:
You send into his dreams with black envelopes
but you let him do the sending
and her do the tearing
the unfolding
And finally the message written in blood.
Ache for this -
Will she trust him ever again?
Will you find her trustworthy of his life?
Tainted bronze, broken jade, rusted gold:
In their world these are scarce
but one can always find a diamond in this rough.
You send them towards a glass precipice
And they know not to look down
But you and I always know it never works.
Space for this -
Will I find your sins forgivable?
Will I find your consciousness in Elysium?
He balances between Scylla and Charybdis.
She hovers between promise and trust.
They may be in love, but they are not lovers.
Will he breathe out a single word?
Will you let him even breathe air?
Owl omens, crystal phantoms:
You send into his dreams with black envelopes
but you let him do the sending
and her do the tearing
the unfolding
And finally the message written in blood.
Ache for this -
Will she trust him ever again?
Will you find her trustworthy of his life?
Tainted bronze, broken jade, rusted gold:
In their world these are scarce
but one can always find a diamond in this rough.
You send them towards a glass precipice
And they know not to look down
But you and I always know it never works.
Space for this -
Will I find your sins forgivable?
Will I find your consciousness in Elysium?
He balances between Scylla and Charybdis.
She hovers between promise and trust.
They may be in love, but they are not lovers.
Literature
my FanFic, beginning
Screams resounded in the air
Flames rose to the sky
The chase for life was fleeting
But it was he
Only him, who saved her,
A ningen
The bandits were after her. The only survivors were the little girl and her brother. The girl, 6, and the boy, 2, were running for their lives. Their parents were already ensnared by the same flames that rose. All the villagers' screams were carried by the wind. Running and running, the girl held on to her brother with all her power. Powered by fear and the screams, the girl dashed thought the thick, black forest. She could hear them and her brother's breathing. The heavy stumps and the horrible brea
Literature
Hie Hence
Hie hence, lest ye be dispatched.
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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Mythological references? Pssh.
Cynic ftw
Cynic ftw