PoisonLaying on her back in the dead grass watching the poison blue sky go on forever she holds a heart in her hand but it’s old and dried no longer worth a thing but remembering the days when it beat ferociously in her cool palms every throb rising her affection tricking her emotions all this is good for is memories of gold-rimmed eyes with lavender tinge and silk-hair the color of melted chocolate when all alone all alone long ago and far away someone holds the memories of her don’t they don’t they think of her when the days grow dim and she’s not there by their side even if their bed is warm can’t they recall the love the life the breathing nowPoison
DestroyerBuilding nowhere out of nothing A floating castle with a phantom castellan Will you come away with me Will you speak my dreams aloud?Destroyer
I’ll raise mountains out of dust Spread salt on the ground and watch flowers bloom I am the destroyer, I am the creator I am your god, and your devil
To my hand flock the masses The dead, the hungry, the dark More loyal to their master Than the thralls of the light will ever be
I am the destroyer, but all things dead will rise.
PathwayIn broken glass world shattered dreams pave the way cutting your feet and callusing them all the same while you walk the path you walk this path oh yes even though you seem to think you’ve escaped your fate, you’re nothing more than a toy for destiny, a poppet for the little hands of a capricious set of fates while you don’t feel the razor sharp mirrors cutting reflecting your soul in your blood are you so blind that you don’t see the pain are your eyes mirrors is your soul milky white like an eye gouged and healed are you really really truly so intent that you don’t see that you walk the same path we all walk the same path we all set out toPathway
MeaningLittle angel, fractured wings Muscles tensing trying to flutter Cracked at angles Broken by a loving handMeaning
Kinks in the mangled flesh Gleaming razoredge white Some great touch coming down Crunching the bird-bones
Or maybe just the hand of man Taking hold near the base and snapping Moving out, jerking, rupturing Until marrow and blood drips
Handfuls of feathers Soft like rabbit’s fur Shattered and ripped out Flecked with the give of open bone
This is what it means to be broken.
by ~nanya
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