ladybeatle
i was your employee
your
assistant so to speak
your skin looked almost transparent
in that light
i could see your veins
like sprawling rivers
on a map
i want to go to wherever
i am spent
after a day of being with people
i like the comfort
of being alone
and the familiarity
of my own home
as much as i love
to be with others
solitude is the sweetest thing
i can feel everything
in a bold arrow of time
you would like to be like them.
they are themselves.
you are themselves.
themselves who they don't know
and are waiting to get to know
and nothing occurs in the space between
your last breath
and your eyes being pressed closed
what is there between a kiss
and a gunshot
so many nerve endings
Notice her... notice her? She did all this just for me to notice her? Fee... if only you realised that there was and is nothing you can do to make me care about you, notice you. What you did was unforgivable.
Tarnished gold faucets lined the edge of the vast bath tub. Danielle splayed her arms langoriously onto the lip of the tiles, letting her head fall back.
Elise fumbled with the large envelope in her hands. Her breaths were sharp and quick and for a while she just stared at it. "Okay, just... do it..." she muttered to herself and slid the letter out of the envelope. She began to read and -
"NO!"
Optimism. The outlook on life that was drilled out of you at Hattings. There was to be no optimism, no idealism, no hopefulness, no big dreams at Hattings. Only 'realism'. Realism. He scoffed. It wasn't realism, it wasn't even pessimism, it was resigning yourself into the thinking that your whole life up until was silly, full of mindless musings, and that when you finished at Hattings there would be no opportunities for you, no happiness - just dreary, old life.
The thick, red vines curled and tightened around her like a boa constrictor. They squeezed her muscles, ripped hair from her head. She gasped for air, but none relieved her from the suffocation.
Sheets and sheets of paper spilled from the printer, slowly filling the small office. Katy screamed, grabbing paper after paper and ripping it to pieces. Every sheet carried the same two words - "watch out".
Stamps. Everywhere. He had never seen so many stamps in his life! There were stamps on the walls, stamps on the tables, on the chairs, on the kitchen knives, the medicine bottles, the curtains, the inside of keyholes!
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