I aimed my shotgun at the sleeping man. Using guns and slipping into a home always came easy to me. I've never been afraid of getting caught. I've been imprisoned before and adapted. Thrived. I learned how to hunt monsters. They look like us, but there's...
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Elliotlacey31
1 month ago
United States
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You couldn't be farther from what I know, maybe it was in the way you move, stirring heat through the night's cold mist, it was so much more to me than a bright flashagainst the dark backdrop we lost our silhouettes in. You wanted to know the animal, what...
Like marks wiped from a chalkboard, particles spiraling apart, braiding back together unnaturally, I once had command over them, autonomy unquestioned for years. You were possessions, all with a set purpose. Some to make me realize the sudden flash of pai...
You've already unmade one worldto tether yours to another, all of the numbers and names, a river's cold cleansing hush to meof details far too dangerous to hold.A lens cracking from the strain of tryingto see there has to be more to you, instead of devoti...
Amelia aims the gun at the front door, pouring sand from a glass vial onto the table. The grains fall, forming patterns identical to her own handwriting. The world has always whispered stories to her, alien languages she can almost skim the oblique surfac...
The Venetian Map
About one of my favorite playsYou'll sail through my blood, the first time I've ever ever been so entirely consumed, an exotic element to you as you pulled me away from monsters As if the telling of those tales spilled war's memory from me. There will be no solidarity to me, love, no...
You've always known how to bend mewith a note and breaks me with a song, and in between, my love, I know where I belong. Standing in the road to brace for a storm, when I think I can't be your ghost anymore, you pass through me and I absorb all the pain t...
I want to still the blinking fragments, ones that time will want to break apart, like ashes and snow swirling through the faint cold sigh of every January wind. I could keep you so close to me, cling to seconds otherwise edited or stolen by memory's shutt...
When our sleeping bodies contour entirely,nestled in the other's surrendered essence,whether our dreams join like interlacing fingers,or are eras and universes apart,I still want youTo breathe in the night sky,to cradle the stars in your soft hands,and ne...
A knock on the door, as soft and hesitantas your first touch winters ago,when I was falling apart,when my secrets could keep me safefrom what comes after we turn the lights off.It would be wrong to giveso much of myself away,just to summon the warmthof yo...
Time moves and unfolds behind your eyes,I see myself when those fragile colored orbsbegin to blossom and constrictbefore you pull away from me. If I am to be nothing more thana bright flash across your sky,hold on to that split secondwhere I am pure energ...
There's never been a start or conclusion,only a lock waiting for a key,whether buried beneath earth as hard as frozen clay,or as unknown shapes spiraling just out of reach. You are already as familiar as the cells coursing through the rivers inside methat...
If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, I would rather see you leave without a word, to never once glance back at the embers covering me as you exit. I would memorize everything,dissect every syllable and pause when your eyes could no longer meet w...
I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire lives on, the lived b...
We're more than just a simple collection of skin and synapses reacting to one another, more than the blackness sweeping over after a star's collapse. After a constellation enfolds, you are the burst of light, existing only in a space of seconds, to cover...