Jodainislame
They had fallen months ago, time dancing with the sun to make tenderness into frailty. Heavy boots and concrete give an intoxicating orchestra.
She limped through brush, ever vigilant of the crunch of dry leaves beneath her feet. The brush, much like her dangerous shadow, prickly and tearing at whatever it could reach.
Chugging electric colors, feeling the tingling lightning course until bodies are fueled and buzzing. Yet, when you put bad oil in a machine, it tends to break faster.
Shards of clay strewn about the concrete floor, dust pan in an unsteady hand sweeping up crumbs of blackness.
Flying high the the sky with youthful laughter filling the air. A grimace from below, callous with adulthood. Tick tick tick, your time is coming. There be no more time for plunder or these little play pretends.
It's a flood of tears and emotion, a whirlwind of stress and regret. We will miss you dear friend, companion, nothing in life in truly fair.
She minds her own business, mindless and wandering, completely unaware of those who call her a killer. Those whose panic stricken voices echo for eternity will never know the true eternity she dwells in.
They'd been caught in the rain, taking mere seconds to soak them down to the bone. The sky darkened with rage, blowing heavily and proclaiming it's anger with assaults to both the eyes and ears.
He'd lost the years, too many lifetimes had passed him by in a numbing blur yet he waited. When even the white flame would be lost to time, he caught a glimpse. Long lost love found once more in a dirty back alley.
Laid back in comfortably plush velvet, watching as life played out in a multitude of forms. Every once in a while he remembers what it felt like to be alive.
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