

Her Still Singing LimbsEcho lives in small places, in the afterthought of sounds;Her Still Singing Limbs
the screeching hiss of a chair in an empty room like a scream not quite forgotten
and the rip of a voice through a dark tunnel which we dare not follow to the end. Follow to the end. Echo, the lonely whisper clinging to movement with shadows and dust and the chill of a tiger's roar in a dewy valley hushed white with fog and the fear of the unseen. Fear of the unseen. Echo the dancer, the beauty of lost body and found voice, or the tragedy of limbs and torso and flesh
torn to shreds and buried in forgotten places. Buried in forgo


PoisonShe moves in my peripheral vision, and I know she wants me to look at her. I don't need to. I know exactly how she's sitting. Legs crossed at the ankles, knees pressed together. Arms folded, hands clenching, eyes narrow, back stiff, lips pursed, jaw tight. Waiting. Predictable.Poison
I feel tears in my eyes, and for a moment I'm surprised because I think maybe I'm crying for her or me or us. But then I remember she'd been cutting onions when I came in, and I almost laugh out loud. Suddenly this whole thing seems grossly comical. The fact that she's angry, the fact that I cheated... The fact we even started dating seems ridiculous. And


Juliet Dies: Chapter 1Juliet was one of those girls who had always been fat her whole life, and when she finally did something about it she discovered that she wasn't that attractive anyway, even with a smaller frame.Juliet Dies: Chapter 1
It was her fault, she'd always overeaten, it's just how she was. But now that she was skinny, the faults that were cushioned by excess weight were highlighted and she couldn't ignore them anymore.
It's wasn't that she was ugly, and she certainly wasn't disfigured by a strange facial birthmark or a cleft lip or a droopy eye. Such things can be overlooked. She was just plain; her face flat and round like a full moon, her skin
I apologize for my late reply. I haven't been too diligent in answering my messages.
take care...drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
I bike safely.
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The joke is, we all have the same punch line.
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Positive Affirmation: [link]
The Crown's Jewel
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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The joke is, we all have the same punch line.
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I have a pocket sun boy
I\'m everything that burns in you...
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The joke is, we all have the same punch line.
-Ark
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The joke is, we all have the same punch line.
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