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October 8, 2012
JuliaMetMichaelSamaraSawTheStarsGenevieveFoundFear by *EmaciatedandEpitaphs Short snippets yet full characters, a great example how less really can be more!
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Literature Text
i.
Tonight is different.
Genevieve pauses, watching layers of fog ascend forward from the darkness. The ominous mist slinks onward as it settles against her taunt muscles. Vapor coils along her skin like venom; tangible and prickling.
She allows herself timid inhales of February. Every breath sparks arctic shockwaves through her nervous system. Glacial streaks echo between her tissues; ever-so-silent, sickening her. Genevieve then slows, listening to iced-oxygen as it hardens between blood cells.
The cold feels like boulders in my lungs.
She begins to feel so unexpectedly heavy in her skin. Sluggish steps wade through the freshly frozen streets. Genevieve is weary, still she saunters forward. Unwilling muscles contract in unison, unconsciously clenching for heat. She shudders, shivers rippling out from her shoulder bones.
There had always been a choice, even now.
Pink puny fingers flex against frozen palms, clenching in an attempt to force the shivers from strained phalanges. Still convulsions continue quaking out from tensed flesh and into perspiring fists. Her every fiber aches; stiff, taunt, but still freezing cold.
A whisper, an echo. Maybe a nightmare.
( blood is thicker than water )
And it is here, beneath a softened jaundice glow, that Genevieve gives in. Clutching a frosty streetlight as she submits.
And for the first time in a long time Genevieve is unsure of herself.
ii.
Sometimes we were the same person.
Samara looked to the stars, hypnotized by fireflies caught in a glass ceiling. Flickers that flared within infinite layers of obsidian cellophane. Samara was silent. A timid breeze unfurled from the atmosphere, flitting across the treetops and reaching for her skin. It felt lithe; delicate. Soothing as it kissed betwixt her fingers.
iii.
Michael loved her, the girl with elusive eyes and vaporized emotions. Julia. But sadly,
Michael also enjoyed swallowin' a few too many. And most of the time, he couldn't decide which he loved more. Sloppy compliments would spurt from his split lips.
Julia's eyes are grey, but they used to be silver.
And sometimes, he didn't really know. He had truly forgotten she was gone.
Tonight is different.
Genevieve pauses, watching layers of fog ascend forward from the darkness. The ominous mist slinks onward as it settles against her taunt muscles. Vapor coils along her skin like venom; tangible and prickling.
She allows herself timid inhales of February. Every breath sparks arctic shockwaves through her nervous system. Glacial streaks echo between her tissues; ever-so-silent, sickening her. Genevieve then slows, listening to iced-oxygen as it hardens between blood cells.
The cold feels like boulders in my lungs.
She begins to feel so unexpectedly heavy in her skin. Sluggish steps wade through the freshly frozen streets. Genevieve is weary, still she saunters forward. Unwilling muscles contract in unison, unconsciously clenching for heat. She shudders, shivers rippling out from her shoulder bones.
There had always been a choice, even now.
Pink puny fingers flex against frozen palms, clenching in an attempt to force the shivers from strained phalanges. Still convulsions continue quaking out from tensed flesh and into perspiring fists. Her every fiber aches; stiff, taunt, but still freezing cold.
A whisper, an echo. Maybe a nightmare.
( blood is thicker than water )
And it is here, beneath a softened jaundice glow, that Genevieve gives in. Clutching a frosty streetlight as she submits.
And for the first time in a long time Genevieve is unsure of herself.
ii.
Sometimes we were the same person.
Samara looked to the stars, hypnotized by fireflies caught in a glass ceiling. Flickers that flared within infinite layers of obsidian cellophane. Samara was silent. A timid breeze unfurled from the atmosphere, flitting across the treetops and reaching for her skin. It felt lithe; delicate. Soothing as it kissed betwixt her fingers.
iii.
Michael loved her, the girl with elusive eyes and vaporized emotions. Julia. But sadly,
Michael also enjoyed swallowin' a few too many. And most of the time, he couldn't decide which he loved more. Sloppy compliments would spurt from his split lips.
Julia's eyes are grey, but they used to be silver.
And sometimes, he didn't really know. He had truly forgotten she was gone.
Literature
Lullaby
"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be deton
Literature
Alzheimer's
His house is made of crumbling slats
of rotted knotted oak
peeling paint
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach.
Literature
Secrets
Step softly, heart; mind doesn't know.
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Genevieve was the whore, a fish-eyed squinty bitch.
Samara struggled. She may have been impulsive, rash and grossly inaccurate, but she was pure. Beauty spilled from her spirit.
Julia still tells people she’s invisible.
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Michael was a fuck up.
Samara struggled. She may have been impulsive, rash and grossly inaccurate, but she was pure. Beauty spilled from her spirit.
Julia still tells people she’s invisible.
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Michael was a fuck up.
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