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Things She Let Shattershe had come to love him with the many pieces of herself
she gave him the slow curve of her neck
the full force of her heart
and he gave her words
that were sometimes half full
Chicago, I'll Hold Your HandChicago, best beloved
forget the cars in your ears
sweet trees cough at your heart
spilling red, red sweaters
onto the streets.
cars blooms from the cracks on your hip
Volkswagens rocking past your
elbows in sixes.
I'll hold your graying hands,
while you, best beloved, inhale smoke.
Into a CongoShocks rippled south
realmed a loss and screened a track
stacks strung low and around again
She wanted the feeling of mica between her teeth
like lashes on a chiseled tree
totaled through and ruffled down
up and around again
Court and run south and
wrecked a home, she sat still
her knees knit together
unraveled over and into raw skin, over and into
she bloomed her hair into a Congo
It peeled like rose petals beneath her feet
a sheet strung high and low and around again
She said tell me why, but her fingers curled
around your head, around your neck, slowly
and then her shoulders
LeftWe are getting better, you say we are getting better
Dear America, dear wide-eyed fools
suited up sleek in business attire
shallow skin stretched thinly over your empty chests, closed
like somewhere inbetween your ears and your mind is closed
Dear world with your lead-woven skulls, and people that
count their fists as hearts
sunken by tradition/sunken by religion/sunken by
fear crumbling off their clammy necks,
and bland as the standards they consume
We are not getting better.
Our eyes are shut like our fingers and we are not getting better
What about the boys brought up thinking there is somethi
Iypopollasometimes she used to stare at the hot cracked earth in her back yard. she imagined prying up one of the dry plates, like pulling up a fingernail, to find another world only inches below the crust surface, hiding there, right beneath her feet another sky, filmy clouds, layers of quiet little towns sunk into the hills, poking their toes out from the ruffling grass, roads strewn across hills like thin lassoes. she thought about how easy it would be for her to slide this dusty plate from its snug earthen cubby and slip into the world, which she would call Iypopolla, away from her squinting mom and her not so helpful dad and her materialistic siblings and they'd call her name many times and never find her because she'd slide the dusty plate back in place like a sewer lid and no one would ever know. no one would ever know she was glad to be gone.
The sun and other awakeningsI.
It was sunny when the boy swallowed the town whole.
His bony jaw angled around the outskirts like a metal fishhook and he sucked everything
from the tin roofs to the peaceful dead between his lips.
Cottages caught in his teeth like apple peels, churches candied his molars
and theater curtains dribbled down his small pink chin.
By evening, he was hungry again.
Once I fell in love with a girl whose hair sunk past her toes,
coiled around her house and
rolled the hills against the sky.
When I told her I loved her, her cheeks bloomed the color of her motherÕs lipstick and
she melted into the horizon.
I watched the night unlatch its gaping maw and swallow her,
using her hair to sail the constellations.
She Becomes the SummerShe comes into your life heated and greased like baking sheets,
tall ivory boots sifting from her knees to her toes like sweet sugar and a voice like
melted butter that seeps through your ears and arteries until you are lulled and
content and you find yourself whispering her name into all the corners of your
body and all the corners of your mind.
Her last name is an extension of your fingers and your fingers of your heart and
she holds your heart in her palm like an egg,
running her wrists over its smooth fragile shape,
weighing it and shifting her weight like the shifting of
that at any moment it could slip from her hands and reveal a soft yolk,
a sun pooled along the spine of the sidewalk and the elbow of the curb.
and it could slither over the street like her fingers around your shoulders with the
water and the rain and it will bob there, at the bottom of the gutter and peel and
the water will drain.
She carves out the flesh around your heart with a
Bone DustYour skull shatters like dirt clumps
dried and bulging in the heat
bone dust, catching in my palms
wriggling under my nails
lying dormant in the ridges of my throat
Cough with substance
the deep bellow torn from the chest
ripped from the base of the throat
and dropped in the corners of your limbs
bone dust, eating through my thoughts like maggots
By the end we're all innocent as babies
Here's the pick axe
let's weather this bone until it turns to clay
bone dust, just add moisture
We morph the reflections of ourselves
meet somewhere in between the curve of our eyelids
drill our chests open with jackhammers
and curl our tongues around what we think are secrets
those shallow chambers in the beating fist of our heart
But secrets are in the vibration of arteries
cool and smooth as frozen crow bars
they crack like fish scales between your teeth
scrape your gums like knives
Grind them, to bone dust
In the end we all die trapped in fisherman's nets
We rip out our nai
We SpinDear You,
You make my lips turn downwards,
I'm a little tired, and a little sad.
My heart's not aching anymore
but the blood is rushing to my mind
and my tears swim in reverse.
and make the very tips of my mouth
sink like shadows.
I keep wishing,
but you spin on.
Maybe I should do the same.
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Masters of Disguise 1: 40-Love (Sherlockx Reader)Of course John had to be out on a date when he needed him. In the middle of the day too.
Though he supposed this solution was better in a way. You may not have been Sherlock's first choice but with you he didn’t have to worry about you getting flustered when people assumed you were a couple like he did with John.
You seemed smart enough and willing. Being amazed with his skills must run in the family. John had warned him that he’d have his head if he let anything happen to you- his baby sister. What an idiotic turn of phrase. You were hardly a baby.
At least you could play tennis decently enough to keep the cover he’d created from being blown. He abruptly ended the game when the couple he needed information from stepped on to the courts, moving towards the benches as he tried to come up with a way to engage in a conversation with them and tugged at the neck of his sweater vest.
What an infuriating article of clothing.
He let out a huff of
The Fear You Won't Fall- Mycroft x ReaderDigging a hole and the walls are caving in
Air's getting thin, but I'm trying, I'm breathing in
Come find me
It hasn't felt like this before
It hasn't felt like home before you
I have some information for my brother. Tea at noon?- MH
Mycroft let out a heavy sigh. How had he gotten himself in to this? Years and years of nothing and then you come along and change everything in an instant. He felt like every encounter with you was just making him fall further into the hole he’d dug himself and yet he still sought you out as often as he could. It was a direct contradiction to his beliefs and a continuous source of confusion for him.
All his life he’d felt above it all, like some superior entity watching over this insignificant world- a world he didn’t belong in. But when he was with you it was like he’d been blind, the world suddenly seemed interesting and so comfortably real, and suddenly he felt at home.
How long could he keep hiding that f
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
Star Crossed (Spain x Reader)
(Spain x Reader)
Sneak Peak to a (possible) Summer series; depends on if you all like it.
“Because,” he paused and I held my breath, awaiting the inevitable words of my utter and total demise. “I love you.” He’d broken my walls, and entered without so much as a smile and a simple, Hola.
“What’s it like being an outcast?” He questioned, all hidden remorse aside, a small smile on his lips, this was rich. I patted my hands against my thighs rhythmically only for the best of my intentions to fling out.
“It’s actually rather lonely in all honesty.” He nodded and pulled his fingers through his chocolate curls. “I’m happy though.” I sighed and gazed over to the slowly peaking stars just over the orange horizon. It was getting lat
MoD 2: Astrophysics (Sherlock x Reader)What had just happened?
Once second he was desperately trying to remember any information on his hard drive about astrophysics- damn that pointless field- and the next you were flawlessly gabbing with the target, keeping your cover from being blown wide open. There was a definite advantage to having you along. Though he’d already gathered that from the tennis case.
Stupid sweater vest had given him a rash.
Sherlock blinked, glancing over at John to find your brother was equally confused, if not more so.
Definitely more so.
“Don’t mind them. He’s a chemist. You know how they are- no consideration for the bigger picture... and my brother there is here for a theater lecture. Token creative type, you know,“ you offered the young scientist, giving a quick grin as you adjusted the thick framed glasses on your face.
Shame they were fake. You looked… presentable with glasses.
Now that he thought about it the
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
Elements Combined- Bruce x ReaderTo the girl I told to run away
The ghost I saw a hundred times a day
You weren't like me, no you weren't afraid
Bruce’s heart broke at the tears in your eyes as you blinked it him in disbelief before turning on your heel to leave him alone.
Alone is what he had.
Alone protected him… protected you.
That was what was important, right?
He sank down in the chair at his station in the lab, holding his head in his hands as what he’d just done sank in. He’d told you, the woman he loved, to leave- to get out of his life. And the reason he gave? He didn’t love you. The hurt in your eyes had torn him apart inside but he needed you to run. He needed you to run from him to someone who could keep you safe.
Someone who wasn’t a monster.
He ruffled a hand through his chocolate curls knowing there would be more gray hairs after this and then leaned forward to throw himself into his work as a distraction.
It didn’t work.
The lab felt empty withou
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
Dance of the SunriseDance of the Sunrise
I never had a problem reminding you to watch the sun rise over the cedar wood dock with me. I reminded you every single day. And when we finally did, I fell asleep against shoulder before the sky even turned to a lemony peach color. But when you woke me up I swear it was the most beautiful thing I could ever dream of.
When the sky grinned with warm sunlight and dawn turned into day, I told you I loved the way the sky lit up like a tender pink rose, the same color you blush when I kiss you. And when you blushed I swear I saw the sunset all over again.
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