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you had rough, selfish hands
but they were warm;
i felt them on my back,
my neck,
and other places i rediscovered
in the grasp of better men,
thinking of you
when i wanted to forget.
but they were warm;
i felt them on my back,
my neck,
and other places i rediscovered
in the grasp of better men,
thinking of you
when i wanted to forget.
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Literature
lightkeeping
As you pick up the lantern in front of you, you find it filled with a busy, buzzing flurry of lights. Somebody stuffed fireflies into this one - not the proper thing at all. You unfasten the latch, open the door; the little bugs stream out gratefully. They bathe the wayside in a faint glow for a moment, then vanish in the pitch-black of the Long Night one by one.
You settle down cross-legged and gently put the empty lantern onto your lap to dream up a star.
Literature
In Spiration
so you fill your pockets with dirt
and plant fistfuls of memories
praying that someone will shoot
but the only thing that grows
is disillusionment
so indifference keeps the lighter to the spoon
and you draw up every drop of lost souls
aching to taste the ones you had
but some deaths
are bigger than other deaths
so you're only human
and to survive you've done terrible, terrible things
unbelieving in the promises of future
but this
is not the end
Literature
Broken Respite (tw)
“Where does this all end for you?” Elizabeth asked as they sat on her fire escape drinking separate cups of tea.
The Mirror King took a long drag of his cigarillo and immediately blew the smoke out without taking the time to taste it.
“In my throne room. Resplendent. Faithless courtiers currying for favor, pretending they didn’t do the same for my usurper. Training my brother’s replacement, after I murder him for never stepping in. Expanding my power so no one ever forgets what really happened once the deposed king regained his throne.”
His tone was unreadable. All at the same time it sounded hopeful, bi
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and other places i rediscovered
in the grasp of better men
I interpreted this poem as referring to a first relationship; not the best, but the only one she'd ever known.
in the grasp of better men
I interpreted this poem as referring to a first relationship; not the best, but the only one she'd ever known.