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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.
Daddy!LevixChild!Reader - The Hard Stuff
Levi looked down at his daughter. She stood timidly near the doorway, fiddling with the large towel in her hands. Her hair was still soaked from the bath she had taken not minutes ago, and droplets of water fell from the glossy strands and onto her yellow nightgown.
“What, _____?” he said in his usual cold tone, though _____ knew it wasn’t completely intentional.
The six-year-old looked down at the peach-colored towel clutched in her tiny fingers. “U-Um, Mommy always helps me dry my hair. . .”
Levi sighed softly and sat up on the couch, motioning _____ to come closer. When she did, he sat her down on the floor in front of him and took the towel from her hands. He spread the towel over her small head and gently massaged it through the towel. He wrapped the towel around her long strands and proceeded to knead the water out of them.
“Daddy, where’s Mommy?” _____ asked, turning her head to look at her father.
LevixSick!Reader - Sing Me 'Soft Kitty' [AU]
“Keep the thermometer under your tongue, _____.”
_____ grimaced, using her teeth to maneuver the thermometer in her mouth underneath her tongue. “I really don’t think I’m that sick, Levi—”
“And don’t talk with it in your mouth,” the short man interrupted. After a minute or so, he extracted the thermometer from _____’s mouth and looked at the temperature. “Tch,” he hissed in disapproval. “Thirty-nine on the dot.”
“Seriously?” _____ groaned, falling onto her bed and glaring at the ceiling. “I don’t even feel that bad. This should be illegal!”
“Well, you’re sick whether you can feel it or not.” Levi left the room to wash and put away the thermometer. He returned a few moments later carrying a tray with a glass of ice water, a washcloth, and a bowl of water sitting on it. He set down the tray on _____’s nightstand before dipping the washcloth into
The InfomercialThe Infomercial
(This story is from the upcoming MagnusMagneto Musclethology #1. It's a collection of three short stories that will be given exclusively to those who support me on Patreon. These stories will be even more whimsical than my usual stuff, foregoing character development and scientific explanations for more light-hearted fare.
If you want access to this story in PDF format along with two more tales of similar length and light-hearted tone, consider becoming a Patron of mine before July 31st! http://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto
There are also a few references/homages to other FMG works/authors and the femmuscle community in general. All done out of total respect and admiration. See how many you get!)
“Welcome folks to the infomercial event of the year!” A tall, attractive woman with bright auburn hair and piercing blue eyes faced the camera with a bright, white smile. She wore skimpy blue workout clothes
Final WishesFirst letter:
Love, I have to tell you this. I know you won't believe me, because I don't believe it myself, but I have to tell you.
Remember when we were both kids, wishing on stars? I remember our first night – we were lying on the hill staring up at the sky, and then we held hands and together we wished that we'd be together forever and marry and have a kid who could change the world, and we held hands and then – this hurts to write, I'm sorry, I miss you so much
but, well –
it came true, didn't it? We married. And you're still with me, more or less, even if I can't see you and all you can see is these bloody letters, and – and our little girl can change the world.
She wished for a cat last night, love. I wish I could have told her no. We can't take care of one. But she didn't ask me, did she? She asked the stars.
I can tell you which star she asked, too. The centerpiece of Orion's belt is missing. And in her room, I can't even walk, there's not any su
Death Battle: Scorpion vs. Hellboy
Roy: Alright the combatants are set, we have taken every angle into account and we have found ourselves a verdict.
Ivan: Let us watch the Hellfire ninja attempt to break his streak.
Roy: So, it's time for a Death Battle!
Ivan: So enthusiastic...
Roy: What? Just because I stole your line-
Ivan: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!!
It was quiet that night. No one was out of their home, probably because of the big red demon walking about. Hellboy stepped out of a nearby pancake house, the owner watching his demonic customer exit the restaurant. His breath reeked of pancakes and beer.
Hellboy pulled out a wrinkled and folded-up piece of paper. It had "DEATH BATTLE" written at the top. Hellboy looked at it as he found the opponents name on the paper.
"Scorpion." Hellboy read aloud as he checked the area. He didn't see anything. Meanwhile in the depths of hell a yell was heard. A yellow clad ninja walked out of a blazing fire, a chain hanging from his arm. It was Scorpion.
Flying Dreams“I don’t know why I love you.
I just…can’t stop thinking of you.”
said old Mr. squirrel slowly caressing
the nut in his bed beside him.
He pulled the glasses from face and set them down
on the nightstand beside him
letting out a sigh. A picture of himself
and another sitting beside him.
He rolled back over and kissed the nut
falling into a deep sleep.
Mr. Squirrel dreamed of flying,
just as his cousins could.
Flying from tree to tree.
Like an overextended wonderful leap.
Safe from danger. Safe from the predators below.
A dog snapping and growling. He paid it no notice.
He was free and happy sailing through the trees.
Through the clouds. He could reach out
with his paws and touch them.
SO soft and fluffy
just like her…
He awoke from his dream startled.
It took him a second to catch his breath,
and he played with his graying beard hairs.
He had been much younger in the dream. So much younger.
“It’s a dream my sweet. Nothing more then a drea
Allies x Reader: A new AllyI do now own hetalia or you!
(Name)= your name
(C/n) = country name
(E/c) =eye color
(H/l)= hair length
" " = actually speaking
' ' = what your thinking
(With the allies)
"Alright dudes!! Let's get this meeting goin!!" America shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Yes but where's (c/n)? They should be here considering their joining us today. Da?" Russia said. England nodded. "Obviously. Maybe it got lost." He said in a snarky tone. "It?" Russia said. "Well have any of you even seen them before?" England asked. They all shook their head. "Ohonon maybe it is a beautiful girl! Zhat would be nice oui?" France said. "She should be young. My boss said that she is about in her mid teens. Maybe 15, 16 aru." China said. Before anyone could say anything else could be said they heard the door slightly creek open. "H-hello? Is this the Allies meeting?" A small female voice asked. "Yes it is. Come in." Arthur said turning to the door. The door was opened wider to
TG Caption This: It Was In School's Mystery Meat?!
"A cheeseburger please," said the girl across the counter. I happily handed her the burger and let the next person come up.
"I'll take the ham," said the next guy. I pulled the slice of ham out of the tray it was warming up in, and stuck it on the tray.
"Would you like some potatoes with that?" I asked. The guy shook his head and walked down to the drinks.
"I'll take the chicken, and can I have his potatoes?" asked the girl behind him who stepped up to the counter.
"Protocol says I shouldn't, but I'll make an exception just for you." I said with a wink.
The girl laughed. "You're the best Tom! Let's hang out after school."
Student after student came up and ordered each of our school's dishes. Sure enough, by the end of my shift, all food was gone except for the one dish nobody every ordered - the mystery meat. There were some pretty bad rumors as to what was really inside of it. Some said it was the ground up body of the old superintendent, some said it was the foreskins of newborn babi
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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