princesstasya
She discovered her favourite colour in that box, a turquoise that stained her fingers with velvety almosts, painting her world in a perfect balance between sea green and oceanspace.
She tried to find it again, years later, once it had gone, and couldn't remember the name of the shade.
It's always the wrench in the end; wrench in the works, wrench in the pits, wrench in the parlour. After the party, after the death; everything turns up all carbon and cocktails and feet peeking under the sofa.
bits and pieces on the ground of the cornmaze
I'd find it it my apartment after you left
scattered over my bedroom floor where you'd kicked off your shoes.
They love me. They all love me. But it's a superficial, biting sort of love, and most everything's different once the summer ends.
on the one hand I want someone to sing to me
someone safe and jumpy who needs a shoulder to rest on
after a day of adventuring
and on the other hand I don't want anything, anyone specific
I just want
the sort of want that shouldn't be had before breakfast.
campout silhouettes
I've wanted you before but all of them did the same thing
but not quite
you're made of so many not-quites
and so many more-thans
and you make my heart hurt because what if you don't
didn't pass, didn't make myself known
didn't make it to the bus stop to see you off
I failed you
I failed that whole damn bus
new shoes, nine years old. new shoes, round-toed, shiny shiny patent-leather, and you can't stop fidgeting because you're terrible at waiting. the buckles are real silver, so you have to be careful. this is only okay for soft metals, and you have new shoes, new, shiny shoes and a pretty blue dress so that once your father gets off that train he can see how you've grown.
she
moves in
stranger, bones and cross-stitched cotton
holy hands mask cold and simple thoughts
miranda wore white
and didn't care what betony's mother would say
she drifted to the coffin with a rose
and covered its petals in lipstick and tears
and placed it between the cold folded hands
and was pulled away when they shut her up
in a box where no one could see those hands squeeze the thorns until they broke through the skin
and the blood ran, very alive
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