Last night I laid in bed, my mind warping with words indistinguishable from pictures and a strange fear weighed me down

heavy in my throat

Last night I dreamt you were walking in front of me my hand on your shoulder…

And as I pulled away your skin came with my hand

And as it peeled

Juice sprayed in my eyes

Last night I saw past your skin

And it smelled of oranges....

I think I can still feel the sharp grass, splintering my cold feet. The wind runs her fingers through my hair, and the sea of prairie grasses sway.

I sway with it. In the distance, bare gray trees draw a line across the horizon, hiding the moon in their tangles.

I tread silently through the foliage, observing. A dull web glimmers in the dew, the carcass of a cricket rustles, and the dripping moo...

I had a whole story written but it got deleted. It’s late and I need to go to bed but I want to keep my streak so… maybe I’ll have the omph to try again tomorrow. 🥲...

Quick- shape my clay face into what you want me to be- before I can choose my self, before I dry- _help_- press your fingers into my eyes if you don’t want me too see -_wait_- ignore my conscience screaming- mold my face into something prettier-_please_- something you would like better or -_wait_- peel my skin, need in mud and make me ugly-I want you to feel pretty -_stop_- I would be anything for...

(Sorry for not following the prompt I just wanted to share)

Today I ate breakfast in a porcelain banana. And I wore my favorite hat. And someone liked it-and my overalls-and my shirt. And I had a cough and a girl I didn’t know gave me a handful of cough drops to keep in my pocket all day. And I drew a picture that I liked. And my little brother was excited to have tea with me. And show me his pl...

The 37th world (kaimaltha major) went dark about twelve generations ago, due to the dust of a star that exploded millions of years ago surrounding their sun (the Rosa 24) resulting in a possibly permanent darkness to the planet. This event however, though classified as a catastrophe, could be considered the main event that sparked the beautiful culture of the kaimalithan people. Since their world ...

Oh dang *hair flip* they must have changed the app icon because of _me_...

“Don’t you want to know?” Says the first stranger on the bench. “Know what?” The other replies.

“Everything.

Why my eyes are gray-

Why the wind replies-

When the sky will be dark again-

What will be the last song you

Hear before you die ?”

Hunched over- the other plugged it’s ears and cried.

“No!” It screamed. “I will never die.”

...

The flowers perk up

My skin rises into bumps

And it feels heavy...

(And a true one)

I have a nine year old sister, her name is Beatrice but everyone calls her Buzzy.

And she is powerful.

When she was born she was the quietest, sleepiest baby in the seven seas. (Her name means peaceful voyager)

But-there’s a legend, that if a baby like that suddenly becomes mischievous, loud, and chaotic overnight, then that baby must be a changling. Swapped out for a fairy. (Not...