Centipede II of V.
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Chaotic
From girl to sky, sealed with a kiss.
Gifted
Being here is my occasional reminder that… I don’t know when I’ll stop coming back every time in hopes that I’ll feel better, only to leave feeling more distraught and unworthy. And I know, that I need to get away from here. This place needs to become out of my reach. A hopeful, amnesiac moron; …
Warm (Death II)
I heard the quiet steps of a small being approaching me from behind. I could easily tell who it was from the scent. “Is everything okay, Denise?” I asked without turning to look at her. “I… can feel my body getting warmer… and I don’t know what is happening, master.” she said hesitantly as she …
Presence
The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.
Birthmark
When I was a child I asked my mother what the tiny pink patch I found on my body was… She said that when God was making me, the angels thought I was so sweet that they’ve taken a small bite of my tush, just like we use our index finger to steal some icing …
Grá
The sun was much bigger and brighter than the moon. This was a hopeless case, really. How could such a lifeless piece of rock ever compare to the brightest star it could see in the entire vastness of space? The moon also could never let itself forget that it was not at all alight. Everyone …
Necklace
The sound of running water sliced through the bathroom’s dead silence. I rubbed my hands well, trying to ignore the stare I could feel boring into the side of my face. I could see from my peripheral vision the silhouette of a woman, but what made me feel uncomfortable was that she just stood there …
Empty
Boxes;Just in caseYou’d ever like to keepAll the waysAll the whysOf how you keep yourself In pain. ~♥~
Similar
How similar are all the storiesOf the people.Of their everyday lives,And the not-so-everydayDays wrapped in knivesOr days wrapped in velvet;A coat of tufted fabric;A coat of bloodBright with sacrifice. You cannot have everything,Neither can I. Children get worseWhen they float high. But, I am willingTo compromise. Come, I’ll sing youA lullaby.Twinkle TwinkleDon’t you cry.I am …
SingulariT 