His laced boots were a deep tinge of dirt, stained by all the marshy mud they trudged through: battered leather that had lived a thousand years, walked a million miles—each marking an indelible testament to the worlds he had visited. They had crossed damp, weighty rainforests, sifted through endless deserts, scraped mountainsides, breezed through the windswept seas, and skipped by sequestered town...
My aureate arms
dance towards the seraphic night,
they’re illuminated by the blazing
* *. . * stars *. * . *
who shimmer and shine with resplendent light.
I land on one,
its fuzzy glow enveloping my skin,
a warmth deeper than fire’s breath,
tenderly turning my melted soul—
from the tortured tips of my toes
to my aching whole.
Life is so serene,
when I
_ drift_
...
Hush your words and extend your ears to the slicing susurrations of the most adeptly beautiful instrument.
Her lovely fine hairs cascade elegantly around her aureate body. When plucked, her strings can deliquesce anything into pure liquid gold.
Her saccharine voice is full of sweet whispers that sometimes crescendo into a staccato bite—sharp and sudden when elicited by passion.
But when cared f...
There the little hummingbird goes!
She flees, flies, floats, and flows!
Rapidly, resolutely going to where nobody knows.
The silky breeze glides to her rhythm.
The Sun graces the land with its vivid prism,
Flashing the bird’s myriad hues of eidetic, sapphire blues.
Skittishly soaring above the chaotic terrain,
She won’t wait for anyone nor refrain.
Stay out of her lane!...
(Content Warnings: body image, allusions to an eating disorder and self-harm) — most of this is fictional**
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Shallow breaths. Sharp. Stuttering—no, stop.
Take a long breath. Inhale, exhale.
When did ballet become a chore?
I had loved to dance and I was good at it. Because I was unaware and let myself free, an extension of me—became the ...
_In the ephemeral span of the universe, two girls should not be allowed to make such trouble._
_But then again, no one expected the arcane, monolithic Mist would choose them…_
…-~>^*!~-…
Fairies, thousands of them, scrambled along the purple-tinted ballroom, in haste to decorate before the final show. Their hurried flying became a flurry of starlike pinks and whites.
In true Forsta fashion, t...
They say Water has memory,
So I let her wrap around me,
The sedative weight drenching.
She knows your kiss, maybe,
Remembers those tears,
The eclipsed connection
shared between all those years.
Water renews, cleanses
Me with immortal purity,
But the ashes linger like
lethal reminders to the end.
I wonder if ashes hold memories the same,
And if I breathe them in, maybe you’ll stay—
Maybe,
But ...
Rejuvenate me, Moon. Let your milky, pearlescent pride irradiate my skin;
it curls into even the most neglected crevices, gently caressing the cracks of my shaky hands and the dirt atop my unkempt cuticles.
You love everyone,
even the ordinary hill I sprawl about,
and the sharp grass that pinches me.
Here I’ll reside every night,
letting you whisk me apart from existence.
I’ll forever ascend...
Amelia took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to her 20-year school reunion.
She knew what they were going to say, what they would see
Her life. In pieces.
The death of her younger sister had wrecked her, utterly and entirely. Permanently.
The day Lola left forever was the day that Amelia died. She could no longer bear a smile, not when all that she loved was gone.
It had all happene...
