snapped wings cannot fly
your soul has fled from your open black eyes
i say you're gone,
but as i sweep you aside
you sting like you're still in there
(so i leave you alone, 'cause
i don't wanna dirty my hands
diary of a time-travelerFrom my pedestal a thousand years in the future,diary of a time-traveler by KittykatMWuster
I see the sky blurring by.
The present time has no definition. It is now,
where I stand;
and I have a billion feet that stand then and after
all at the same time.
(Time is merely a nursery rhyme -
things the sky says as we go to sleep.
Day after day, our footsteps are the same.)
Here I stand now, on my pedestal, on the silent shore of then and after,
and I discover that time is merely a single footstep
compared to the billion footsteps of us.
CM - VixenoflightThe crows outside hiccupped their hoarse syllables to the dawn. The alarm clock inside warbled equally hoarsely, as if desperately mimicking the creatures outside.CM - Vixenoflight by KittykatMWuster
Under swaths of blankets, the Woman floated up and out of sleep – slowly, slowly; her eyes were blurred and not yet awake. Her pale, slender fingers scrabbled for the alarm; finally, the long search concluded as a lucky poke silenced the sounds inside the house. There was a moment of quiet nothing when the Woman seemed to sink down again into her pillow and her dreams.
”Uugh!” Blankets were tossed aside as the Woman heaved herself up, staggered to the window, and jostled the glass pane lightly shut.
But it was already too late. The crows had won again – they had gotten her out of bed. A good thing too: It was 7:32 AM (the alarm had been set for 7:30), and work started at 8:00. Groaning and shoving her night-tussled hair aside, the Woman changed into the day’s clothes
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to say anything, because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I was out of my depth and trying to ignore the world.In Which Middle School is Hell by Melpyra
Either ignorant to the fact that I was still within earshot or apathetic about the whole situation, the girl pressed the boy for answers. “Why would you say that?”
“Fat chicks need love too.” The words were mocking, insincere, and they burned through my body like a poison. I did
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