Bird-Madwith a blank song and a lacy, half-thought almost moment, we know for once this is all we've got and the last chance we have for sanity.Bird-Mad
the last chance we have to remember what we used to be.
the image haunts, the image bleeds don't look, don't look, the shadows are breathing some nights the roof collapses in my head, but all the pain can't take you away.
the image will haunt, the image will stay this place will paint black all our memories of now and yesterday.
the image haunts, the image screams this is my comparison for ev
Blue Moonhe will take your hand shiver (stop watch laughter) stutter, and pull back, eyesBlue Moon
wide, blithe blue. Your lifeline is long and I promised that blood of my blood of my bone of my bone.
Smile, slight and small,
the ache of want beneath the skin: the knowledge that he's lying, blind and bold but honest enough.
If you want me, I'm here.
He will turn the palm, pull you close and breathe, soft--
you recognize the tremble beneath, around him, and
shudder, sleek and smaller than before.
You are young &
The Art of Understandingpalm first:The Art of Understanding
examine, touch the lifeline the palm rough with unfinished work and tomorrow's obligations.
second, lines:
trace the lifeline to the wrist, follow the groove wait for the death line life line, heart line. when will you marry, love? tomorrow must be here somewhere fingers tip-tapping over callused skin imploring lines and genes.
you can't read the future; the past, the now are in the skin
Delicate…how did we ever get this far? you touch my hand and start the car and the for the first time in my life I’m crying…Delicate
With the stubbornness of a small child, she uncurled from the window seat, staring blankly at the notebook clutched in her hands. She’d told her to. Tiara had told her to, had implored, begged, insisted. The wound wasn’t scabbing, raw and open with the sound of her voice bringing gamma ray bursts of pain through every cell. Every touch and whisper. The entire room smelled of her body spray, vanilla-mint. Who could get away with vanilla mint?
She crawled from the seat, hands and knees
everything
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