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Like this, you come to
me; moonlight on water,
a desert mirage, only
In dawn, you are
aglow: the sun becomes
a wisp of dream, like
SensesHope is the song your glacier eyes teach me
when they are illuminated by an October moon,
under the creak of iron, where our feet, in unison,
move our bodies away, away from the earth, as though
we can never return to it.
And as hope drips from your tongue onto the patches
of skin I've left bare, virgin,
I wonder how I even arrived here without you.
It is in the long drive home, from one coast to another,
your curls embracing my thighs, and the feeling
of helplessness that washes over my limbs
like a frothing ocean consumes disintegrating hills,
that I search for the words that explain
the desperate quiver in my voice when saying your name,
the numbness in my fingers when I explore you,
and the aches in unidentified places when life becomes
one that is void of you.
Our lips expel a susurration that overpower the love
between forest floors and wandering palms,
and in the discernable sighs clouding between
our jaws, it becomes frighteningly sure that I,
without you, am an oscillating vac
Take me homeyou live in me,
cancerous white noise,
high tide of danger.
you consume me,
oceanic burial ground,
give it up.- how to guarantee a panic attack in the next 24 hrs -
admit out loud how you think you're doing okay, you haven't had a panic attack in at
least three days, and it feels really nice to be calm and in control for once.
- how to sob violently in the cab -
drive through that one street, because yes its shorter, and yes you can
just not look out the window. but come on, did you really think that would work?
- how to sob violently at home -
kid yourself into thinking that you can handle that song/albun/movie/book.
you cant; and you shouldnt. besides, didnt you already tell yourself to toss that out?
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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