• She discovered her favourite colour in that box, a turquoise that stained her fingers with velvety almosts, painting her world in a perfect balance between sea green and oceanspace.
    She tried to find it again, […]

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, clue 7 years, 4 months ago

    It’s always the wrench in the end; wrench in the works, wrench in the pits, wrench in the parlour. After the party, after the death; everything turns up all carbon and cocktails and feet peeking under the sofa.

  • bits and pieces on the ground of the cornmaze
    I’d find it it my apartment after you left
    scattered over my bedroom floor where you’d kicked off your shoes.

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, cast 7 years, 11 months ago

    They love me. They all love me. But it’s a superficial, biting sort of love, and most everything’s different once the summer ends.

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, lust 7 years, 12 months ago

    on the one hand I want someone to sing to me
    someone safe and jumpy who needs a shoulder to rest on
    after a day of adventuring
    and on the other hand I don’t want anything, anyone specific
    I just want
    the sort of want that shouldn’t be had before breakfast.

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, lust 7 years, 12 months ago

    campout silhouettes
    I’ve wanted you before but all of them did the same thing
    but not quite
    you’re made of so many not-quites
    and so many more-thans
    and you make my heart hurt because what if you don’t

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, failed 8 years ago

    didn’t pass, didn’t make myself known
    didn’t make it to the bus stop to see you off
    I failed you
    I failed that whole damn bus

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, station 8 years ago

    new shoes, nine years old. new shoes, round-toed, shiny shiny patent-leather, and you can’t stop fidgeting because you’re terrible at waiting. the buckles are real silver, so you have to be careful. this is only okay for soft metals, and you have new shoes, new, shiny shoes and a pretty blue dress so that once […]

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, embraced 8 years ago

    she
    moves in
    stranger, bones and cross-stitched cotton
    holy hands mask cold and simple thoughts

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, funeral 8 years ago

    miranda wore white and didn’t care what betony’s mother would say she drifted to the coffin with a rose and covered its petals in lipstick and tears and placed it between the cold folded hands and was pulled away when they shut her up in a box where no one could see those hands squeeze […]

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, funeral 8 years ago

    dizzy, cloying
    you didn’t want to be here
    so you hid yourself away
    and now the taste of the cookies you shouldn’t have eaten won’t leave your mouth
    you didn’t want to be here
    crying on the pantry floor
    alone

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, rise 8 years ago

    smoke and sound wafting over your fence we haven’t spoken in a couple of years but I’d still like to go to your parties all your stupid high school friends are something I’ll never have can I have one night? one night to be stupid and irresponsible, to kiss someone I’ll never see again and […]

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, rise 8 years ago

    hold my head high, pulled into a graceful line-drawing by an invisible string
    arms curved at my sides
    I’ll never be one of those dancer girls, will I

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, forgetting 8 years ago

    silence fell

    and zapped her into smoke

    and there was no court case because no one could recall seeing her die

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, forgetting 8 years ago

    you went off to live with bears so I decided to forget you
    but you sent me a missive
    a dragon HELLO
    in the middle of a tea trek
    and I floundered
    what could I do? I can’t compete with lakes or with freezing.

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, painted 8 years ago

    Late nights; fingernails, cut short and lacquered gold. Pretty girl, pretty soul. You’d never hurt anyone, not with those hands.

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, plaid 8 years ago

    what’s in today?
    our stereotype’s been co-opted
    does that put society in reverse?
    am I obvious now?

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, plaid 8 years ago

    if we ever ended up in an elevator together I think I’d lose it god, she’s such a tease. fake haircut, fake boyfriend, but the smiles and the peaches were real. I’d keep telling myself that but really I’m trying to stave off the image of that small metal box. Because someday it’s bound to […]

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, plaid 8 years ago

    she lied

    I know she did because she must have cared enough to lie

    I still can’t say what I wanted from her then

    but then what can I say?

  • Princess Tasya commented on the post, plaid 8 years ago

    I wasn’t gay enough to join that crowd because the only piece of plaid I owned was a girly pink halter top that showed too much cleavage and probably would have gotten me a girlfriend in a second if I’d ever dared to wear it out.