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Winter Child& though my skin is steel,
I am but a girl without a wolf,
without a home,
without a name.
& though autumn winds still blow,
I only feel the cold,
for winter has settled
into the hollow
between my shoulder blades.
AtlanticLast night, I dreamed of the sea,
And of the long road there.
The sun cast diamonds on the rising tide
As I sought gentle waves to swallow me.
Would that I could bare my bones to emerald depths
In search of pacific clarity,
Where reality is suspended with gravity
And I can float as through a dream.
But when Ursula can’t give me fins and God can’t give me wings,
I remain but a girl, weary of heart and far from home,
Walking the dry line between earth and sky
With only fantasy-tides to help me breathe.
22 years spent soaking seawater into my skin—
Now my pores cry out and choke on dust and heat.
But in dreams, I still follow the scent of salt on the air
To slip into the Atlantic’s cold, loving embrace.
The stars sang to me, sang such sweet songs that father’s grip nor mother’s pleas could keep my astronomical spirit rooted in human life; I let them go and my feet found a path from the ground to the galaxy, and I thought I could be happy forever in my wanderlust.
Beauty, wonder, and awe I expected. It was the cold that caught me off guard. The nothing stretching between planets and stars, between supernovae and nebulae, chafed icily at my skin, and the weight of such fearful emptiness etched weakness into my shoulder blades. The longer I meandered, the more stardust felt gritty, the more starlight burned. When a thread of dark-matter memories caught at my ankle, I rejoiced, tracing the strand with my toe-tips all the way back home.
But it was a new home I was destined for; I lost my humanity somewhere between the little fisher and the seven dancing girls, and greater powers than I decreed that I must re-evolve and find it anew. I was reborn on the earth, first as a fluid s
A Lady and Her Knight Chapter 14: NeilA week into their journey through the forest, the king abruptly called a halt to the march at midday. Neil, who was with Randolf at the head of a column of cavalry riders, looked at his friend inquisitively. Randolf, catching the look, shrugged and said, “I’ve no idea.” He turned and gave the signal to stop to those riding behind them, then told one of his colonels that he was going to see the king. Neil went with him, for he was curious; since he’d proved himself against the likes of ogres and goblins on multiple scouting expeditions now, the king had put him in charge of the scouts and fully admitted him into the inner circle of commanders, so he knew he was welcome now.
The king’s servants set up his pavilion with remarkable speed—it was almost completely standing when Neil and Randolf arrived. They dismounted—Neil had to do so carefully, since his foot was still injured—left their horses with the servants, and went inside in search of
The downside of a gentleman's codeYou, my chivalrous dream,
my shattered mirror,
my broken locket—
you were self-righteous heroism
and a ticking
The day she died,
burned tears from my eyes;
and I realized that I was
well and truly
Days Like TheseOn days like these I’m naught but dust in the wind, riding turbulent eddies around building corners and skating along laminar fields, seeking the taste of salt on the air. This transient existence is chafing away my skin, but I know that my search for a seaside to settle on won’t end for years yet.
On days like these, I wonder if it would be wise to cut my wings and grow roots instead, but this carmine clay-soil can’t give me what I need to survive. I am grounded for now, but I know I must never forget how to fly.
Dreamscape BoyYou are my dreamscape boy; I fall asleep to come alive with you in a whirl of sensory pigments and half-understood plotlines. In dreams, we draw hopscotch lines between stars and leave our clothes on the banks of molten-rock rivers. We waltz across battlefields and hold hands as a tornado passes over us, always seeking the secret light that guides us through the gloom of my subconscious. I always wake before we find it.
And when I wake, all I have are your mannequin hands for mine to sweat against. I yearn for the you pulsing with vivid blood, the you with enough warmth to keep my heart pumping as we drift from the Milky Way to Andromeda, but all I get are Arctic-ocean eyes and a synthetic smile.
I thought I wanted to sleep forever, but now you make me wish to dream in black and white.
DrownYou were ballistae and battering rams and trebuchets, and I was the castle under siege, so when my kingdom come shattered I had no one to blame but you. Katabatic, I flowed down from my sky-perch, and I would have frozen you until you burned as one slick with boiling oil if I could.
You and the future eluded me, though; now, I simply drift on zephyr-currents, heedless of past, present, and solid ground alike, searching for a place to drown.
Pisces RisingThe crown of Olympus quaked
beneath the weight of a behemoth,
a beast of a god wreathed in
come a caelo usque ad centrum
to lay judgment at its feet.
As Typhon’s monstrous cacophony
echoed off stone and clouds, mother
and son fled ‘til water barricaded their way.
Then, aquatic mercies surfaced,
clad in scales like mailed knights
to aid mother and son in their flight.
Bound together by silk-strong threads,
they soared across the sea to African safety,
where mother and son and cowardly gods
listened to the roar of thunderous battle.
The ram fought the titan, and, in fine,
claimed violent volcanic victory.
Aphrodite, in reward, raised Pisces
de profundis ad astra,
to be admired eternally
and consigned to
memories of gods and men.
your smile used to be bright. | kaneki ken
Why̴ ͢įs ̡t͠h̵e ͠wo̴r͘ld͡ ̨so̢ ̨c͞r͞uel?
"Are you worried about him?" He — Banjou, if you remember his name correctly — asks as he rests a hand on your right shoulder. You decide not to respond to him and continued to stay silent. Of course, you were worried about him. You were just about worried as everyone here in the cafe. "There's no need to be worried, though. Kaneki is a strong guy. I'm sure he'll make it. We'll save him, too. I promise." He says, trying his best to reassure you with a smile.
"Is it a promise you can keep?" You questioned, your voice mellow. "Promises are meant to be broken, you know."
"I don't break my promises." He says.
"Okay." You're not sure if you trusted him or not — because once you give someone your utmost trust, they'll betray you and throw you away. You'll be forgotten, and you'll be all alone again. Giving your trust to someone else is difficult and pa
Hetalia x reader Prologue
The schoolbell rang throught the hallways of your school and all the doors flew open. That means one thing: A schoolday was finally over. As the doors opened everyone walked outside. Some were running happily and some were taking it slowly, including you. You walked out with your schoolbag around your shoulder and sighed in relief. You were glad that it was finally, because for you it was really boring and you couldn't wait to read some Hetalia fanfiction on your laptop. You waved your best friend goodbye with a smile and walked away with a tired smile.
You walked inside with tired (e/c) eyes and a frown on your face. You leaned against the door, looked down at the floor and sighed. You never felt so tired after school.
"Are you okay, honey?" A voice said. You looked up and saw your mom in front of you with worried (e/c) eyes. She walked over to you and put a hand on your forehead. "Hmm. No fever. But you really don't look good." she said
Meal: Six (6) Maine red lobster tails
One (1) bowl of black caviar
One (1) glass of Chardonnay
One (1) scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, topped with dark chocolate ganache and a Maraschino cherry.
Comments: Garbage. I always knew rich people were full of shit.
Meal: One (1) pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar’s.
One (1) waffle cone, chocolate
Meal: One (1) bottle of Clear American, Fuji Apple flavor
Two (2) Payday candy bars.
Meal: Two (2) fried chicken legs
One (1) bowl of mashed potatoes, brown gravy
One (1) bowl of creamed corn
One (1) glass of milk
One (1) slice of peach pie
Comments: Just like Mom used to make.
Meal: One (1) bowl of tomato soup
One (1) grilled cheese
One (1) serving of spaghetti squash
One (1) Jello vanilla pudding
Meal: One (1) bowl of spaghetti
Two (2) Olive Garden breadsticks
One (1) bag of buttered popcorn, dusted with
You didn't even perform an autopsyYou placed me in the bed of a sarcophagus.
I asked, "Isn't this where you put dead people?"
"Then why am I here?"
"You're dead, of course."
breathing the deepPapa isn't coming home again tonight.
He said to me over the telephone that the road is too long, and that it takes too much time for him to get from his office to mommy's place.
Last week he'd said that the streets are too dark, and that there are some things that even grown-ups are scared of.
The week before that, he'd promised me and said that he was coming, yes, definitely, but then he never showed up at all.
But maybe next week he'll come.
Yes, next week.
Julia, you really should be going to sleep.
I know, mommy. I think I'll wait by the window for a little longer.
Just in case.
Dim moralsThe echo of her heels that haunted the stair case heightened her despair. What a difference from the beginning of the evening, when she had walked proudly out the door. The sobs which she could no longer hold back sounded higher pitched than usual in the lonely corridor, but she didn't care who might have heard them this time. After slamming the door to her apartment, with shaking hands she locked it, scared as one who thought himself followed. Once in her home she felt safer, however the shame and frustration overwhelmed her shoulders and she let herself slide down to her knees on the floor. She bit her lips, but grimaced with pain, breathing heavily, though her moans were subsiding and the tears were starting to dry. The tears along with the blood from her face.
That afternoon, a tender smile reflected in the mirror of the vanity spot had brought her back to life. With delicate gestures the woman picked up every make up tool in the proper order, applying creams, foundation, illuminat
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