Something Wicked...At times she'd like to pinch unflinchingly poor taste from addled lips, chew through sutures stewed in rue and wrest from seas her ships. At times she wished simplicity on spangled verse and song, painted faint by shadow's saint (who danced down right to wrong). Stilted filters fought with words until sad Circe fell, dressed to press until duress…but pushed through thorns to hell.Something Wicked...
All the while, ashes fell thick as snow…
Her sternum split and wrested wide (lest said armor eat his arrows), red left-for-dead was stitched with thread unspooled by evening sparrows. Almost-prey to appraising thieves, she picked
Opened ShadowMottled mouth all poised and blue, All thick with sick seethings and silk, Told teeth to seek flesh (at his black behest) And rendered enviable the dead…Opened Shadow
Eyes closed to see and seeking none, Eyes composed of gold (their curve and fold), Set sights on sighs induced by lies And welcomed pretty birds into the eyrie,
Whereupon the aureoline sky and sun, Vivified by vicious visions (viridian-limned) And a lucent lack of icy white, met face-to-heart So as to start the promised process of erasure…
At Night with MelpomeneIn her: a viscous vicious stewing rage replete with honeyed lies, a stoppered bottle bought with blood that holds her lows and highs. A coiling shifty list of misses twists the echoes of his kisses, pulls in two a never-true and wishes back her hisses. The after-taste of treachery sings: “Your scintillating pity’s pretty and I love it when you cry.”At Night with Melpomene
Multifaceted and faceless, he was manager of masks: the one who sees and never tells…the one who never, ever asks. Starry staccato siren songs veiled pale traces of his wrongs, ate the right and wove the night (so that she still loves and longs…). Despite thos
FrostThe dark, quiet cool of dusk descended and with it waned the day’s ruddy glow. Now bled taciturn tangerine and fading swiftly into blue, the sky curled under and sighed its storm-stirred air in gasps. Despite the impending tempest, that certain serial exquisiteness belonging solely to nightfall flooded the earth in waves of shadow (its sovereignty seemingly unrivaled by an unexpected outburst of glittering drizzle). Electric blooms of white suddenly blanched a backdrop of bruise-colored clouds, and without warning the sky ripped apart.Frost
Settled by the window and watching the extraordinary display of light and power, I missed
heart cooks brain.An impulse kill-switch, (which I lit on after days of heart grilling brain over greasefire pains) when deppilF--heart cooks brain.
halts currents, breaks circuits. "Ah. So there's the problem." --Click.
This sudden surge fries these feelings. [Much better.] Oh! cold, hard data- I missed you so.
Ricochet
High
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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"I don't believe in fairytales...and no one wants to go to Hell."
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
I honestly doubt this gallery deserved such time and energy...but I'm flattered, to be sure! You completely made my day.
With any luck, I'll be able to return the favor sometime. You deserve it -- you're a fantastic writer.
Thanks again, d00d...
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"I don't believe in fairytales...and no one wants to go to Hell."
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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"I don't believe in fairytales...and no one wants to go to Hell."
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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It's nobody's business what's in my cup, what's in your cup, what's in their cup. It's your cup, drink it. Fuck you, and whatever was in my cup, I'm going to keep drinking it. Suck my dick, and my cup. - Lil Wayne
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"I don't believe in fairytales...and no one wants to go to Hell."
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