“I am not a toy to be used!”

The pity radiated from them all. The quiet, onlooking servants occupying the room with us, who could do nothing but stare at the floor as I raised my voice. I knew she wouldn’t send them away, that this was some twisted lesson in humility and learning my place. Because I pushed first.

“You’ve always just been a toy, Adran.” My body shook, not only from the coldness o...

Love and red

and browns and greys-

Water colors of our

feelings.

Beauty in the jagged

edges of your spine,

And the hollowed

circles of my eyes.

Decompose with me-

Fall into the night,

into bones and dirt

of our memories.

Until nothing remains.

Of you-

And me.

But of us....

Ah. I get it now.

It was never about

the bigger picture.

Just those moments-

Of us.

I got it now.

What it means

to baske in their

presence?

It’s us.

I’ll be there now.

In those seconds

where we smile

at the moon like idiots.

Just us....

When the doors moan,

And the floors creak,

We dance.

Lively, lovely steps-

Never take a break,

We dance.

Skin and bone,

And all those humanly things,

We no longer need.

We dance....

We Fly.

But there’s no air,

no atmosphere.

We’re unprepared.

Spinning around,

without apologies.

Ruining lives.

Just another day.

We’d like to inform you,

it’s happened again.

We’ve lost our minds.

It feels like we’re flying.

All over the place.

But only ever in circles.

But we rule the world.

So, We Fly....

‘Jesus Christ why would anyone willingly submit themselves to this torture?!’

The cold. A Hell of it’s own. A form of pain and suffering so awful only the worst of Mafia bosses use it on their captives. I had never experienced something so unreasonably agonizing. Why someone would put themselves through this suffering I would never be able to understand. I would only going to be in the cold for ...

Shh

Click Clack

monsters attack

from fantasies

locked in books

released from cages

of minds and

novice vocabulary

bindings undone

by generations

passion for longing

hope for better

dreams keep dreaming

keep letters meaning

made up stories

leave room for

living persons thoughts

room for real conversations

less monsters

roaming overheard

in the library...

It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. There was a war starting. Machines of mass destruction readying to tear apart lives and lands. But Yara was stuck. The singular being that held hope in the old Gods, she went to the one place untouched by the menacing graces of society, the mountains. In an age where humans believe nature is evil and the right thing to do was tear do...

You sit reserved.

Not unhappy just not caring.

Legs crossed and eyes averted.

No beauty would make you falter.

They sat across,

Ordered an iced coffee,

Smiled, laughed-

Their beauty made you falter.

But you can pick yourself up.

No more contact, dates.

They’re too perfect.

You’d ruin them, and them you.

But they asked for more,

Wanted to see you,

Meet again,

And again,

And again.

And ...

I should have known that meeting them

would lead to something like this.

Separation.

Not heartbreak-

But a mutual parting.

Paper pushing

and fresh pen ink;

Not tears.

We’re rational people,

Perhaps we loved-

But that’s all speculation....