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Untitled but thinking on itAround the lane, past the corner of bachelors buttons, dancing in the breeze, there is a kite. Caught long ago in the arms of a tree, the owners left it in laughter. Once a strong red, now a faded worn fabric still clinging to the wind, hoping to escape, still dreaming of flight. The tree holds strong, delighted in it’s catch, gently brushing it as it tries toUntitled but thinking on it
grab on to the tiniest of breezes. Days continue to weeks, the kite still attempts to reach the clouds always waiting, yearning. The sky begins to darken, noises come from the distance, a gentle bo
by ~Hatokirei
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DecisionThe walls around me Are so far away Surrounding this pedestal On which I stand.Decision
The room is gray
Shambled but dreadful Like the breadth of a thousand martyrs Altruistic, and destroyed.
Below me I see nothing around, Blackness swallows the ground. I surmise that I am on this lofty altar Only to have two choices.
An ancient sound of grinding gears Grows greater, louder, older, As the clanking floor around me rises Until this shadow enjoys my audience.
The ground is now at level With my feet, but something horrid. &n
by ~slenderblade
Cavalcade of ImmolationIn the still of the midnight hour The silent swing of a blade that absorbs all colour Splays the red of the woman's enemies-- Retribution has begun.Cavalcade of Immolation
She holds her enemy by the throat And channels her wrath through her arm He bursts into flames and
Shouts funny names Breaking hold and melting to the ground.
What scene is this that has no mercy? Where is the relief for her enemies? She walks slowly, The shadows of her foes still fading from the ground.
A ring around her finger, Burning smells that linger Ashes, ashes.. They don'
by ~slenderblade
GraceThe leaf falls From the promises you make In essence, In hope.Grace
The fading silence
Brings out a song Distant and clammy Damp, the forest floor.
The leaves fall From the promises you break In essence, In fear.
The roaring thunder Screeches to a halt You shove it in my face Chafed, charred.
Creatures struggle
For air Under the damp forest leaves Centipedes, millipedes.
Your floor is alive With crawling scorn. Snakes and spiders From your smile, your glinting eyes. &nb
by ~slenderblade
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...My face?
"You're a perfectly wounding artist."
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When something tastes good, your face has to show it.
...My face?
"You're a perfectly wounding artist."
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Hatokirei
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