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maybe that's what love isthere are empty sheets
sprawled like a linen corpse
who's been given an autopsy--
and it's sprawled across the floor,
arms and legs bent and askew across
the hardwood floor.
i'm thinking of you as the spiderwebs
in the living room are glistening with
fresh dew from the remaining days of
but no one inhabits them anymore, they've
been left alone and deserted like you left me
the flies are gasping and buzzing with ecstasy,
they have been spared.
he's got me
missing his dark eyes and the feel of his unshaven
face against my cheek and the rattling of my bones
when he speaks.
tonight instead i'll be lain across the bed like those
empty sheets you forgot to wash before
i'll be tossing and turning, rethinking and my brain will
be pulsing and i'll be uttering under my warm breath that
i'm just a girl who trembles under the chilly
night sky and has the ambition of a
do i really deserve to be
and i still can't stop
I Am Forever.Love me.
My feet, broken, bruised, bleeding
for I have trekked, forever, forever
to be with you
My lungs, worn, weak, withering
for I have held my breath, forever, forever
to see your face
a masterpiece painting
on a canvas of white
but you fall apart at the seams
because seconds, minutes, hours, days, months
we lost some things along the wayYou started using,
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
funny how a corpse is still wasting oxygen.i killed myself when i was six-years-old
one stormy night in a bathtub
filled with too much water.
i didn't know that at that same moment
my cat had gotten ran over
in the street
and my favorite tree
hadn't survived the storm.
i wonder why my parents are so content
living with a ghost.
brokenyou're a green-eyed
black cat with galactic fire
in your devouring heart,
(consuming me like lapping
and your claws are drawn like
last night's curtains after you
detroit was welcoming but not
like your veiny spiderweb
but i still didn't hear the three-letter
phrase that i wanted from you.
that stupid, fucking phrase was all i wanted to
hear and you could've uttered it,
you could've uttered it.
the moon was full tonight and i like
to think it waned just for me,
and i also like to think that your pale
eyes are counting the trillions of stars
waiting to wrap me in your
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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