. it starts like thiswe've all heard the saying "one moment can change everything.". it starts like this by ~illusively
but you don't understand it - not entirely - until one day,
that moment happens.
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have you ever looked into someones eyes
(someone you've surely never met before)
and swore, on everything that you are,
on everything that you've been and will ever be,
that you know them?
not know in the sense that you've heard of them before,
or that they remind you of some distant celebrity,
or vague fictional character.
in a greater sense, as though looking into their eyes is really more like
pulling back a velvet curtain and diving straight down into a crystalline ocea
shatter.i can feel your hands wrappedshatter. by ~illusively
around my throat, fingers closing
tighter, tighter, desperate,
as though my blood might pour
through your fingers like sand.
you are a reptile, a python
slowly constricting my ribcage
shattering my bones.
the colors of my bedroom are
meshing into a sad blend of
like a camera lens clouding with
keep going, darling -
this is the most passionate i've seen you in weeks.
maybe if you try hard enough,
will melt and solidify into glass
so you can shatter me
then watch yourself bleed.
. becoming a mermaidthe thing about mermaids, i must explain, is that they are not always born in the sea.. becoming a mermaid by ~illusively
it was nothing, she reminds herself, leaning precariously over the prim white balcony. the breathing ocean moans and sighs, sighs and moans against the fragile coastline.
all of this is nothing and it is everything.
she takes one, two, three bitter sips with a wince and leaves the salt air to find her sterile, cold bedroom. the new year is cursed, she decides as she falls limp and helpless into the wild mess of sheets that swallow her small body whole.
(she closes her eyes and imagines the pale blankets to be rugged waves, breathing and g
. finding atlantissometimes, in my dreams, i can breathe underwater.. finding atlantis by ~illusively
i wonder if you can too.
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we live in this desert disguised as a city, a world where pretty purple houses aren't houses but bits of broken glass stacked elaborately with the most innocent of lies and the best worst intentions. a world where the people aren't people at all but glorified ghosts shifting in and out of one hollow limbo to the next and the next and the next.
i've just about used up my last wasted weekend with all the other wasted some-bodies and no-bodies. it's all chalked up to this: the realization that we can't escape our cancerous city who sucked the life right out of