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Be MineI hate him because I love him.
He's breaking my heart with his existence.
I want to run my fingers through his hair.
I wish he was mine, I'm already his.
He's has no clue at all about this.
I can't bring myself to text him "hello"
Or even hug him when I see him go.
He's the reason I feel so low.
I love you, I love you
Will you be mine?
Fragment 2My abdomen was killing me.
I searched around the bathroom for aspirin. I swallowed it dry.
I stumbled over to the kitchen for something to settle my stomach, knowing my gut really had nothing to do with the pain; but choosing denial anyway.
I found the living room and collapsed onto the ragged, burgundy couch. The cushions' springs squeaked beneath what little weight I had left. I smiled at the dark humor in my situation.
Fragment 1I looked up to see what little light there was in the room. It didn't reveal anything but itself. Preparing myself to rise, I breathed slowly for a few seconds, then slid up the unfamiliar, concrete wall. I shivered in response to its frigidness on my skin. (One could say I'm accustomed to cold. But there's a unique despair to the feeling, I believe.) I anticipated a low ceiling and was disappointed. I had unconcsiously closed my eyes. I opened them. I could see more standing than seated.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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