In my hands
I hold
this war.
Now beat it,
victorious, vicorious, victorious
It defeats the anger,
I am soft.
~H2O~
Under and Thrashing
Flooding my form, crushing ribs
Poseidon, you hypocrite... aquatic devil
Last beat from within escapes my lips
If I don't breathe,
I'll never reach sixteen...
-Rain Poet 11:34 a.m.
She would have screamed louder, but by then her voice had already been swallowed by the strange buckle strapped about her small snout.
The creature squirmed inward and outward, her red eyes flooded with bright fear. She shook uncontrollably
Where were her kin? Had she remembered to give them feed? Did they shiver as she does now, without the warmth of their mother?
The thing moving about in front of her was most peculiar, it made grunting noises and mumbled a foreign language from time to time, occasionally tossing aside metal instruments across the rather large table which reached around the whole room.
It had occurred to her earlier to wonder where she was. Though she didn’t know, she did think it to be a bad place. It was very cold, like the winter is when it blankets the earth’s skies and ground.
Smiles so feign
So secretly bruised
Inside threads tangle.
Actors all scream
The playwrite begins
Thrush the talent within.
Hush, hush
Boast of your gift
A delicate box in my hands
hush, hush
A delicate box in my hands
That I crush.
Time had been murdered
Upon her somber
As her lips formed colors of trembling
Lurid words stirred between blankets
Not a man but an essence had shivered against her fragile frame.
Where were the eyes of sapphire?
No azure to be found but a gaze of secret nightfall.
Guilt is a painful pleasure.
im so bored, people...im laughing at everyone and everything...*
I like chicken I like liver meow mix meow mix please deliver
If I were free,
would you run to me?
(You know who you are)