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speaking through silenceThe echo of her final breath was scattered by the child's scream. Her husband stood, shivering in the fading fog of memory as his stained hopes flooded the floor. The wail surged. Turning towards his daughter, the man let out a cry that tangled with chance and time and devastating inevitability. "You're all I have, now." --speaking through silence
The girl's bliss striped the walls, sunshine struggling to overcome reminiscence. But, unable to elude history, corners of the house hid contours. These shadows were joined by bottles-- manifested misery. The man, split by his addiction, murmured apologies
by ~emilyexplosion
enigma--in the base of my atriums, i hear it. most of the time, it's there-- tangling with my blood and giggling into the palpitations, just enough for moonlight to eavesdrop. but this secret squirms, restless and eager. it crawls through my trachea, brighter than a firefly, and my whispers recede with its laughter. i thrash against my skin, pulling at the creases as if hoping to see its smile, but it tiptoes along the corridors of my ventricles, kept from light, lies, and curious eyes. it was beautiful. i had never seen it, but i knew. it was beautiful because this was love. i could feel it in the echo of my wrist, the cadence of my throat. thenigma--
by ~emilyexplosion
untitled as of now.i thought that i liked buttercups. maybe it was because of that song (why don't you build me up BUILD ME UP buttercup baby) or maybe it was because the name sounded nice off my lips. or it might have been because i just wanted to like them, because they seemed so pretty and yellow and summery and i wanted to be pretty and yellow and summery. so maybe it was just envy. because i wasn't a buttercup. but i tried, oh did i ever. and i fooled a few, i think. but not me. never me. anyway, it doesn't much matter, because i don't like buttercups anymore. i don't know if i ever did. i just thought so. and there is a difference.untitled as of now.
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writing and i have clashed lately. it's difficult and tedious and no longer cathartic :/ i'm taking a break and hoping things change.
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