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The clock struck twelve.
Their chests rose so softly in sleep,
subtle movements behind closed eyelids.
Placed the dark crown once more unto my head;
The cold black feathers holding together to form a halo,
a small flap of wings and a mute welcome from my little crow.
Closing the door lightly, I stepped out once more.
The darkness creeping back into my eyes.
The moonlight guiding my stride.
The cold earth holding my bare feet.
Once more through these wrought iron gates.
Past the rosethornes, and the wood house, and the quiet, glittering brook.
Here where the tombstones stand upright, row-upon-row,
holding vigil over these dead.
(Like fucking teeth biting through skin)
My feet numb and tingling, I continued on my way.
[Second-last row, fourth from the end.]
Humming an undecipherable little tune until I faced that headstone.
Her headstone.
I sat down and started digging.
The frozen dirt digging back at my fingertips.
Through skin, and flesh, and blood.
Till my hands were but bone like the hundreds of empty eyes watching me.
I kept digging. Numb, and cold, and humming, and digging.
Cleared myself a space and fell asleep beside a skeleton
that was far too warm to be lifeless.
Fell asleep beside a skeleton that once held far too much love to be lifeless.
Their chests rose so softly in sleep,
subtle movements behind closed eyelids.
Placed the dark crown once more unto my head;
The cold black feathers holding together to form a halo,
a small flap of wings and a mute welcome from my little crow.
Closing the door lightly, I stepped out once more.
The darkness creeping back into my eyes.
The moonlight guiding my stride.
The cold earth holding my bare feet.
Once more through these wrought iron gates.
Past the rosethornes, and the wood house, and the quiet, glittering brook.
Here where the tombstones stand upright, row-upon-row,
holding vigil over these dead.
(Like fucking teeth biting through skin)
My feet numb and tingling, I continued on my way.
[Second-last row, fourth from the end.]
Humming an undecipherable little tune until I faced that headstone.
Her headstone.
I sat down and started digging.
The frozen dirt digging back at my fingertips.
Through skin, and flesh, and blood.
Till my hands were but bone like the hundreds of empty eyes watching me.
I kept digging. Numb, and cold, and humming, and digging.
Cleared myself a space and fell asleep beside a skeleton
that was far too warm to be lifeless.
Fell asleep beside a skeleton that once held far too much love to be lifeless.
Literature
Jumping off the London Tower
You can't be insane 500 feet above ground.
You're hands felt cold. Grasping for life, grasping for something other than the gravel beneath us. I can feel the treads, the old stiches, the patterns ingraved into your skin, grazing into mine. You'll form my gloves, because in all honesty, it is freezing up here. It's cold and white, blinding us with it's supposed beauty. You're hands grasp tighter. Ground against our feet or ground against our heads? It makes no difference to the perception of our world. But only for our last gaze of it.
You're breath is warm against mine. Shaky and unsure since the first time you cried. Words are lost at high
Literature
City
Once you walked out uninvited on the streets of Manhattan. The streets, they heaved and retched and spat you back out.
This was at the Citys orders.
You lay regurgitated on the sidewalk, with a violent crack in your spine. You were shaken like a whip. The City, she stands over you wearing an expression of distaste and grim satisfaction. Inaudibly she speaks into her cell phone. You raise yourself up on one elbow and discover that the Port Authority looks on gleaming above you, a silent bulky monster in the dark. It stands as witness to your distress. Shh, it says, I sympathize, but dont tell her.
A large neon sign sings WTF. Th
Literature
the oceans deepness
Open, oddly old
Creepy, crispy cold
Eerily endless depths
And all those secret mysteries
Nearly nobody knows about
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(Read the first one I wrote on this here: Lord of Midnight)
Hehe, so this is happening I guess.
Lots of loves, xoxo
Hehe, so this is happening I guess.
Lots of loves, xoxo
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Wow.
I really, really do like this character.
You are so very good at writing these dark tales
I really, really do like this character.
You are so very good at writing these dark tales