Skye Wander

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Writings

198

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Skye Wander

https://artfight.net/~Skye-Wander

270

Writings

198

Followers

247

Following

(in a good way)

Skye Wander

1 min read

I got a compliment on my outfit today

By a girl I didn’t even know

I think she’s new this year

And I wish I knew her name

But I don’t think she’s in any of my classes

And- I realize

This isn’t an uncommon occurrence anymore

It wasn’t like the time two years ago

When I wore a new sweater

And a girl complimented it

And I never wore it again

Because I was scared

I’ve been working on my posture

Tryi...

Poetry

Death Smells Like Purple Columbines

Skye Wander

1 min read

If rotting flowers can still smell sweet

So could human bodies, I’d think....

Poetry

Untitled

Skye Wander

1 min read

(Tw: SH, mentions of suicide)

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. The edge of relapsing and sticking up a middle finger at getting better. The edge where if I fall I will drown in my own blood while simultaneously pulling the rope to tighten everyone close to me’s nooses.

I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be broken.

I miss my uncle.

He’d know a fucking lot about tighten...

Another Dandelions Story

Skye Wander

1 min read

Connie glances at the sky, feeling tired. She’s tired of a lot of things. Freedom and M3, all they did to try and save the world, it’s all a waste. It’s raining again.

It’s done that a lot lately. Apparently a world flooded with poison still has normal weather, or, semi normal.

Droplets fall on her cheek, and she’s tempted to take off her mask and breathe in the scent. She can’t though. She kno...

Science fiction

The Parasite

Skye Wander

1 min read

(Another one I wrote around half a year ago. + a rewrite I’m doing now. Went through an old notebook recently.)

Theres something

Inside of me

Tearing me apart

From the inside

Turning my insides

Into mush

And consuming them.

I think it might

**Me.**

****

Rewrite:

There is something

Crawling inside of me

I can feel it writhing

Under my skin

Tearing me apart

From my own heart

Turning ...

Poetry

Not Yet.

Skye Wander

1 min read

(Tw: self harm, not graphic, [im ok])

Not yet.

It’s funny that whenever something goes wrong

Whenever I feel the slightest bit shitty

My mind jumps to the pleasure

Of having a knife cut my flesh

I have a headache

I know how to get rid of it

Not yet.

Sometimes I don’t see the point

In not doing using it

It’s not like there’s anything better to do

In my trapped little life

What if psychologically...

Poetry

Not Even A Soul

Skye Wander

1 min read

(A poem I wrote a little more than half a year ago.)

I am imploding

Spontaneously combusting

In on myself

Peeling backwards

Testing my resolve

Until the truest part of me is

Revealed

And with all the masks-

Identities

I’ve worn thin

I realize that there might be

**Nothing**

Underneath...

Poetry

Why?

Skye Wander

1 min read

Because why the fuck wouldn’t they?

To be held is to be vulnerable

And vulnerability is to be in danger

To be loved is to hurt,

And to love is to be hurt....

Poetry

Skin

Skye Wander

1 min read

(Entirely fictional; inspired by the prompt; TW-implied suicide attempt, scars)

A scar above my knee. (9)

A scar on my arm. (12)

A scar on my ankle. (15)

A scar on my cheek

A scar on my wrist

A scar on my foot

A scar on my leg

A scar on my left arm

A scar on my face

A scar on my back

A scar on my leg

A scar on my back

A scar on my thighs

A scar on my elbow

A scar on my stomach

A scar on my righ...

Poetry

YA fiction

I Was Only Temporary

Skye Wander

1 min read

I was only

Temporary

I will always be

Temporary

I will come and go and

Temporarily

I will feel that I belong.

For so long

I have wanted to run away

Probably won’t ever see the day

But I have a guitar

And a book

And a backpack

And $35 in cash.

The actual _want_ of it is

Temporary in my mind

I love my family

And I love my band

And I love my library.

I spent a whole evening looking up bindings ti...

Poetry