A Reflection On -- And In -- Rain It's raining.A Reflection On -- And In -- Rain by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
The heavens are a sickly green, or possibly bright yellow...the clouds move so quickly, and when I tilt my head to change the flow of the light, it's put on a new dress like an overenthusiastic future prom queen. Curious. (Why are there prom queens when they don't have anything to rule? If it's just a symbolic position, why not Prom Princess? Since the prom only lasts one night, the queen probably wouldn't have time to die, although that may make way for political intrigue and murder. Oh, what people will do for a plastic tiara.)
...Oh yes, it's raining. Syringes, mostly. Some shatter as they fall, some stay intact, some have
A Talk, Feat. Shameless Joy Darling, this won't be easy to say.A Talk, Feat. Shameless Joy by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
Nor will it be easy to hear.
You may have noticed I was out yesterday.
In fact, the whole previous year.
Darling, I've been seeing other people.
Well...that 'other' is wrong.
It shouldn't really surprise you.
You knew what this was all along.
I made you what you are today.
You know that that is true.
You can't expect me to be there
To take the tears from you.
Not always, honey. I'm no god.
Sometimes, it's all too much.
And I can't resist the pleasure
That lies in the forbidden touch.
I see the worry in your eyes
As you think that we are through
Close them again. Say what you want.
I will
3 Slow transformation.3 by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
Joints seize up and stop so slowly,
feet grow still,
she cannot run.
Blood stops flowing in her veins,
and a scream tries to escape her,
but she cannot even yell now,
vocal chords shaking to stillness.
Air being pushed out of lungs forms into a cry of "Ah...",
gasp of horror, not a yell yet,
she can never yell again.
Sound is choked to halt and silence, now a statue there remains.
Her last words are etched in copper:
I wish to live my life in gold.
---
Slow transformation.
Bones are creaking as they re-form,
hair turns red and burnt and yellow.
skin goes rippling, hair starts sprouting--
hair,
A Reflection On Hustle-Bustle You are one among the fighters.A Reflection On Hustle-Bustle by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
All so strong and calm in fury.
Knowing that the battle starts soon.
Knowing, resting--watching, waiting.
A bell sounds! And all are off now
Trampling others in the footsteps
Shearing, slashing, cutting, dashing
Racing on to hidden prizes
All of them are chosen.
All of them have pride.
All of them are pure of heart
With passion unbetrayed.
None is weaker than the others
Infinite potential here.
Still, there are but a few prizes
Too many to give to all.
Coincidence picks the winner
And it is not you, this day.
You escape, and flee to safety,
Fight again, some other way.
Sta.sh
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