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Whispers of ice clouding up the frigid morning, yellow light breaking timidly from beyond the distant horizon; Tendrils of warmth reaching out like beckoning fingers into the empty grey dawn hours. Clouds of copper bronze and steel roll in, mutterings of dis- content echoing calling then roaring pictures of passion longing, destruction. Hush! a break -- eyes unfocused, addled from slumber, gaze beyond fragile window panes. The silence draws poison to lungs expelling oxygen tissue wailing fighting consuming from clenched bellies and thighs irises swelling tendons contracting cramping spasming. In the one momen

Let there be everlasting light she sighed, and as the breath left her body she was bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the golden canopy above. Let there be eternal music she prayed, and was met with the fluttering of the butterflies, the gentle whispering of the summer breeze and the melody of a hummingbird. Let there be enduring peace she implored, and before her very eyes vines grew up over the trees without competition, then a ladybug sat beside her without fear of being crushed. Let there be unearthly beauty she wished, and beside her bare feet sat an exquisite and precious gift – a pretty child with laughi

take me home when you want me this will be my last resistance and you will be my anesthesia so i won't feel any pain pinch my cheeks so i can fake a smile i am tired of being sober and unwell when i'm clean with stars freckled is my delirium so bright that it is blinding waste my time is makes no difference whether i waste it on my own or close to you my lethargy i hope we'll rot in peace fuck me hard and lick my sweat scratch my back when you feel love and sigh into my ear nymphomaniac your skin and flesh are mine

"I cannot die," he said, and that was all I knew of him. It was October then, so I pinned the last firefly to his sweater and told him the fever would break. "It will not," he said. We kept that secret just between us and never breathed a word. One morning I crept home and painted pictures for an hour before he flew silently into my room. "Your prison looks just like mine," he said. That day we made too many promises to count on our twenty freckled fingers and crushed each one with the same four hands. The black dove tattooed on his wrist just grinned at me, with thick feathers on fragile skin and perfect w

As we lay there quiet I was reminded of all the reasons why I lust you Your smile, and the way it teased at me seductively Your laugh, and the way it tempted me Your eyes, and the way they seem to hypnotize me As we sat there silent I was reminded of all the reasons why I love you Your smile, and the way it brings such life into me Your laugh, and the way it makes everything okay Your eyes, and the way them seems to read my thoughts As we stand here now I am reminded of all the reasons why I hate you Your smile, and the way it confuses me Your laugh, and the way it seems to mock me Your eyes, and the way they can look i