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The pain was music, dancing, in your eyes. You swore the was a toothache. But your jaw was living
They say you lived, awake until the spiders emerged.
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Art: Spiderbaby, D4rkharlequin

5 12
2021-04-09

Time can be a tight fist trying to catch rain while hiding beneath an oak tree whose foliage is thicker than closed minds. I'd rather let it be fluid as the water between the hills near...#ProjectFairytale 1/2

6 39
2021-03-15

You could show Gran all the flowers from yesterday's world and she'd still say a Hornbeam tunnel's beauty is nonpareil. "When they yellow, it's a present... 1/3

6 34
2021-03-12

When I had a high fever, Eomma let me drink mango nectar in a fancy glass while she read classic love poetry. There was a chickadee perched on our... 1/3

4 17
2021-03-07

We sugarcoat the fragile
with undercover lies,
longing for trust
and life's eternal rise,
in sin lived,
in virtue dying,
crimson angels
making voices
in death's way
to paradise,
crying,
but we save ourselves
in the end.

8 42
2021-03-02

Each page heard was a fragrant sigh. They roused sacred spirits into the air and forged opportunities to make friends with what could've remained foreign. I made it a...#MondayFic 1/2

6 46
2021-02-22

We fell with eventide, becoming torpid after hours of laughter over dark chocolate fondue. I was besotted with how rich his smile was. It carried no past hurt yet included all... 1/2

9 42
2021-02-21

The brumous limbo of winter held the warmest days and nights. Gentle sun-fire on my skin, skies abundant with stars, and intoxicating fondness uncovered past an open door.

7 32
2021-02-19

The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

5 42
2021-02-14

"I told her they were hills I'd like to die on," he said, eyes shadowed beneath shaggy bangs.
"Bummer. Should've said she's callipygian. Like an idol. That's a rock-solid compliment. 1/2

4 35
2021-01-24

I happened upon a door to treasures hidden in sight—a rumoured sea of constellations and sunken lights. Temptation isn't always bad, you see. It gives us optimistic license to doors closing off missing worlds. 4

15 82
2021-01-14

Once upon a still winter sat a young girl called Aeliana. Her eyes carried rivers' glimmer and blooms arose upon her light in seasons where death was more... 1/3

7 40
2021-01-11

We can't get refunds on bad moments or omit the motley of sorrows and confusion they'd stored in our hearts, but we can allow spiritual king vultures with their... 1/2

10 65
2021-01-04

The sun went missing for ten unholy days after her magic inkwell spilled, staining the world in shadow. We couldn't forget the end, reviewing... 1/2

8 46
2021-01-02

Life is filled w/ misplaced misgivings. We trust the wrong people w/ words spoken honestly as Mrs. Lovett's meat pie recipe & overlook snow's lovely glimmer to lavish the warmth at metal lockers.

10 42
2020-12-19

Time seems among near & distant thieves in those moments—an elephant of loneliness' delirium—but time itself can be an enjoyed miracle within the fog, like peace in knowing Rudolph's nose is lighting the way. 5

8 44
2020-12-11

Light fell,
hidden
feelings,
a void,
all things
inexpressible,
open loss
somewhere accepted,
I stop,
see a face
of knowledge.

2 27
2020-12-06

The winter air had weathered lines on your palms and powdered the mounts like snowy hills—but I still saw home in them beneath amber lights as a wind unmistakably twisted thyme in my hair.

10 75
2020-11-29

It's hard to not be grateful for a twilight that is forgiving on tired eyes, w/ its graceful colours rippling soft on lakes & clouds stuffed w/ dreams. "That's a plume moth," Halmeoni says.

13 78
2020-11-25

We leave invisible fingerprints in the sky for when our mortal lives come to a close, hoping a pure as new snow turns them into steps while we odyssey up the river where heroes and the saved are one.

5 47
2020-11-12