I am drifting
amongst crowds of stars.
No light is cast my way any more.
No shooting stars.
If these ravens weren't here to caw
in the hollows where I rest,
then I would surely drown.
Dae sat quietly at Auron's side, staring at the clock. Looking around, he could understand the fear that came with hospitals; too much white and too much clean. White made him nervous. Clean made him sick. Knowing Dae, he'd probably leave here looking worse off than all the patients combined.
.
'Oh my god,' Fallow muttered.
'Oh shit. Auron? Fuck. Wake up.'
'What's this?'
Fallow saw a note on the bed, quickly scrawled in black pen. He read it and froze.
'Please, please wake up. Fuck, do something, Fallow!'
.
He placed his hand on top of Auron's wrist and felt the blood pulsing against his fingertips. This made him smile just as m
Auron sat down on the green park bench and held his head in his hands. Dae stood across from him, ready to cry.
There was something beautiful about Auron the way he lit up when it rained or he just couldn't shut up about himself but then there was a stranger. The blonde boy that sat across from him wasn't exactly mysterious to him, simply because Dae knew everything that was on his mind. But, there were some things that not even Auron knew about himself; things that Dae just couldn't understand.
When he looked into Auron, all he could see was a blur. Confusion and misery wrapped up in his core. Along the track of his life, the
I'd had wrinkled hands, ever since the day I was born. Mothers told me I was wise, lovers told me I had once died.
Still, cracked.
Those hands wanted to hold on. Isn't that what hands do? Hold on and on. There's a current, passing through the muscles in your hands. Grab a hold and never let go. You couldn't live through it even if you tried to. Not without more hands.
I'm claustrophobic too. Siblings that passed, shut me under my bed. It was dark. I clutched the crucifix in my two wrinkled hands, and begged for somebody to save me. A parent came home and pulled me away. I kissed my wrinkled hands and thanked the universe. 'Thank you, thank
Over and over, he writes the same words.
He knows it's almost midnight.
The pages are crinkled and wet.
His fist is clenched around a pencil.
He has a ribbon tied around his throat.
It wasn't red to begin with.
Wasn't white for purity or something?
Yeah, that's what he was for.
The bubble is burst.
Little hand slides over the 11.
Last moments.
He won't die.
Not tonight.
But,
Something is missing.
He lights a candle, if only for effect.
He says a prayer.
He hopes to God that hell isn't chapter two.
He says he tried his best.
God says stop lying.
The ribbon is blue.
Wasn't red for lust or something?
Yeah, that
It was a rush, holding a human close. People underestimated the power that comes with holding - just holding another person in your arms, coiled around tight. It felt incredible, to have the heart pulsing at his fingertips. Dae's core was right under his fist. He could crush it in seconds.
But he wouldn't dare.
I am drifting
amongst crowds of stars.
No light is cast my way any more.
No shooting stars.
If these ravens weren't here to caw
in the hollows where I rest,
then I would surely drown.
Dae sat quietly at Auron's side, staring at the clock. Looking around, he could understand the fear that came with hospitals; too much white and too much clean. White made him nervous. Clean made him sick. Knowing Dae, he'd probably leave here looking worse off than all the patients combined.
.
'Oh my god,' Fallow muttered.
'Oh shit. Auron? Fuck. Wake up.'
'What's this?'
Fallow saw a note on the bed, quickly scrawled in black pen. He read it and froze.
'Please, please wake up. Fuck, do something, Fallow!'
.
He placed his hand on top of Auron's wrist and felt the blood pulsing against his fingertips. This made him smile just as m
Auron sat down on the green park bench and held his head in his hands. Dae stood across from him, ready to cry.
There was something beautiful about Auron the way he lit up when it rained or he just couldn't shut up about himself but then there was a stranger. The blonde boy that sat across from him wasn't exactly mysterious to him, simply because Dae knew everything that was on his mind. But, there were some things that not even Auron knew about himself; things that Dae just couldn't understand.
When he looked into Auron, all he could see was a blur. Confusion and misery wrapped up in his core. Along the track of his life, the
I'd had wrinkled hands, ever since the day I was born. Mothers told me I was wise, lovers told me I had once died.
Still, cracked.
Those hands wanted to hold on. Isn't that what hands do? Hold on and on. There's a current, passing through the muscles in your hands. Grab a hold and never let go. You couldn't live through it even if you tried to. Not without more hands.
I'm claustrophobic too. Siblings that passed, shut me under my bed. It was dark. I clutched the crucifix in my two wrinkled hands, and begged for somebody to save me. A parent came home and pulled me away. I kissed my wrinkled hands and thanked the universe. 'Thank you, thank
Over and over, he writes the same words.
He knows it's almost midnight.
The pages are crinkled and wet.
His fist is clenched around a pencil.
He has a ribbon tied around his throat.
It wasn't red to begin with.
Wasn't white for purity or something?
Yeah, that's what he was for.
The bubble is burst.
Little hand slides over the 11.
Last moments.
He won't die.
Not tonight.
But,
Something is missing.
He lights a candle, if only for effect.
He says a prayer.
He hopes to God that hell isn't chapter two.
He says he tried his best.
God says stop lying.
The ribbon is blue.
Wasn't red for lust or something?
Yeah, that
It was a rush, holding a human close. People underestimated the power that comes with holding - just holding another person in your arms, coiled around tight. It felt incredible, to have the heart pulsing at his fingertips. Dae's core was right under his fist. He could crush it in seconds.
But he wouldn't dare.
Lying, Cheating Harlot by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Lying, Cheating Harlot
“I have issues.”
“That’s a revelation.”
“No. Seriously. I have issues.”
“All right. I’ll bite. What’s going on?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to find someone who’ll love me.”
"..."
“What? Why're you looking at me like that?”
“You aren’t serious, right?”
“I am glad my pain makes you so incredulous.”
“All right, let me try this again. If you can't find someone who loves you, who am I to you?”
“You’re-”
“Don’t answer that. That was rhetorical. I am the girl