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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.
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
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.
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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