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Tiny ClawsYour tiny fingers curled into a claw as you slept. I lit a cigarette in the old light of evening, the flame gathering all the attention from my eyes. I thought to wake you, to kiss you, but the concealed solitude of staring at a vacant body shrunk me into stillness. Every slither of hair alienated my accrued sense of home. I was alone. You were perfectly vulnerable then. I considered joking with you but I feared your reaction, if you’d find it as funny, as adorable as I found every plasticised fold of your skin. I blew dust from your chin, it had settled as I set my eyes back from the ache of the flame. Every specTiny Claws
by ~arabesque000
HuddyAfter 30 years of the same scenery your body begins to forget everything else. I’d been slipping from that stool for years, Christmas dinners chiming old age louder each time. The sleigh bell’s rings become distant and unclaimed. Mother sits at home, she waits for my return, I wait for her exit. My smile is but a rehearsal, never mind my recital of tame Hollywood stories of my past. Boring everyone into beer, my googly eyes searching for beauty in the walls. I rarely find anything, and end up missing it entirely. But when I heard the news, I didn’t feel well enough to go back there. There is unconditional love,Huddy
by ~arabesque000
AugustI won’t ever leave august, despite of the summer rain. Sweating palms tracing across the clouds. Metaphorical shapes clustering under your eyelids and hearing bird’s sounds. I wonder for august nights. I capture the sounds in cd cases and wait until you are Alright, and I’m off. It’s just one more hour on the road picking up frogs from danger, cutting across the cockroach whistles. it’s a sombre tune, its full of empty sorrow. I cradle the sound in my eyes, light as air.August
by ~arabesque000
Autumnal PonderingIf spring is the time for change then October is a time of sustenance. Survival. Sipping, slowly savouring every taste. August had been the dampest in years, but that gave it an awe-like intensity, the newspapers will remember this in years to come, possibly after every life that experienced it had gone. However, the sun shining for the first time in a week tells a different story. Bodies scuttle through the high streets clutching one another, smelling of sweat and wearing more layers than there are of molten rock centring the earth.Autumnal Pondering
“Three supernovas black out this morning.” “How do you know?”
by ~arabesque000
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thanks for the watch! i look forward to looking at some of your work aswell!
and I still haven't figured out things here yet 0_o (if you haven't noticed, i don't have an avatar)
us n00bz gotta watch out for eachother :]
I have to head out now unfortunately, but I will be back to resume reading
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