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first kissshe leaned forward and inhaled his light musk. Her bright green eyes stare into his brown ones, He wonders as hints of gold fly across her green if she will ever really be his. Her heart is racing so fast she swears he can hear it. His hands find their way to her waist. She closes her eyes and breaths deeply, drinking in the alien touch. The light blue walls of the room they are in set the mood of calm, the bed in the corner holds turquoise sheets that seem so soft you are almost mesmerized to wrap yourself in them. The many windows in the room show a pink sky and a setting sun. He looks at her full lips as she breaths slowly, only wanting to wrap her in his arms and tell her all the things he was too afraid to say aloud. She timidly starts to wrap her arms around his neck, only wanting him. There are no other thought besides him, complete clarity. He leans closer and her breath is caught in her throat, her mouth opening slightly. she stands on her tip toes, close enough to smell his m
Missing YouI’ll be okay,
Until one random night,
When i am about to drift to sleep,
It’ll hit me strong and fast.
The feeling of total desperation,
My heart being ripped from my chest,
All over again,
As the memories flood my mind.
The way you would caress my face,
The feeling of your lips against mine,
How you could make me feel beautiful,
When you would hold me for hours.
Brings an entirely new tear.
Until there are thousands lacing my pillowcase,
Till my breathing is uncontrollable,
Until this wave of missing you is gone,
But then again it never is
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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