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Alice of Sky and Earth [Cheshire treasure shepherd, nest, sir, chest. of.Alice of Sky and Earth by =AzizrianDaoXrak
drawers.]
I am only as real
as the teeth that spread themselves into a smile,
the eyes that wait to see the air ripple.
I fear people who call things simple.
I kneel at the hearth
and dirty my knees in the sienna-brown earth
and th
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fish out of waterThe only thing worse than late night tv is late-late night tv. When the half-assed news reports and corny sitcom reruns give way to hour-long advertisements for this week's hottest new gadget! only three easy payments of 29.99! call now with your credit card! and "religious" programs with pacing televangelists who call out to viewers for salvation and donations while throwing out verses from gilded Bibles they haven't actually read in ten or twenty years.fish out of water by ~vermilion--vermouth
All in all, it's mind numbing, and after a while, I realize two things with a slight sense of horror - one, that I've begun to drool, and two, that my beer has gotten warm. Closing my mouth
postpartemand we found youpostpartem by ~vermilion--vermouth
tangled
in barbed wire fence
[your own sorrow].
and the snow fell
like ash
on your eyelashes
and it was beautiful.
i knew i would never
be the same
when i saw
your broken body
folded in defeat
beneath the moonless sky.
and we laid daisies
on your grave
when the snow fell
[like us, in silence].
1"Hey."1 by ~vermilion--vermouth
Pause. Look up. Confusion. "...hi."
"I saw you from across the room. You looked sad, so I decided to come talk to you."
Blink. Blink. "...oh. Well... um... hi." Tiny smile, as though it'll crack.
"You're in my math class, right?"
Recognize her now. "...yeah. Professor Stanton."
She laughs, and I've never noticed how pretty she is, even though I see her every day. "Yeah, that's some bullshit, isn't it?"
Smile a little more. "Yeah, it definitely is."
"Did you study for the test tomorrow?" She's playing with her hair, it's really blonde, but not in that fake platinum-from-a-bottle way. Always pegged her for one of the snobby popul
to an errant loveri have painted my loneliness white;to an errant lover by ~vermilion--vermouth
make no mistake.
it hides itself beneath my skin
and if i try very hard i do not see it.
only in the quiet moments.
you are a teacher
in the art of forgetting -
already i have forgotten
how to breathe.
air is as nothing.
you are in my blood.
i need to sleep to wake up but i can't.
you promised to return -
when? when? when?
i miss you.
i saw you today
and the words in my mouth
blew away with the leaves.
you whispered loving artifice
against my skin in the stillness -
"¿soy una puta, verdad?"
"sí, eres la puta más linda del mundo."
and i am yours beyond all doubt and reas
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