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fleet

An escape leads to another trap. It’s the fleet in between. The plane of space, lasting only a time’s breath, where we float in freedom.

» Posted By Peskiper On 07.20.2014 @ 9:57 am

sly

What was about it, this unbearably sly promise he had slipped between my lips. As though a promise that I could not speak, and yet it speaks through me and within me, remaining only in my ears, alas.

» Posted By Peskiper On 06.03.2014 @ 4:18 am

desolation

In the depth of their animosity, there is a curious, codependent calamity that lies between them. An forbidden creation rising from this desolation they call mutual hatred.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.29.2014 @ 3:43 am

educated

Consumed by a need to fix this insipid boy with a firm scolding on self preservation, he stilled himself and told his conscience instead that it wasn’t the nature of an educated misanthrope.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.27.2014 @ 7:12 am

crystal

He was made of sharp angles, crystals that bite the skin at the smoothest touch. No one ever tried. No one ever dared. Except this one, who would bleed just for a caress.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.25.2014 @ 1:43 am

coil

When eyes found her and the floor was sheet white, as empty as the sky and the walls, and she was the only color, she being what she was, only bloomed and bloomed as she coiled.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.22.2014 @ 5:17 am

framework

The state of things between them was going an unusual familiarity for him. It was this intricate and paradoxical framework that joins together opposing forces that can never BE without each other.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.21.2014 @ 8:05 am

unknown

There wasn’t a point in their conversations that cuddled him in comfort. Yet, she was amenable. And a moment passed that gave him that thought that maybe it was that strange kindness, so unknown to him, that made her dangerous.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.20.2014 @ 4:07 am

latitude

The beating swayed him to drop in directions, in perfect view of their faces. The faces for which he was taking in silence every hit that could mean his death. In the final blow that did it, he fell upon the latitude that made him watch the others being butchered.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.19.2014 @ 5:40 am

backtrack

The hardest was to look over one’s shoulder. The past belonged on the impression on the dirt his shoes had left behind. To backtrack and dirty his feet again a second time would be a journey too unsettling and condescending.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.17.2014 @ 7:18 am

mountainous

The glare that searched him through the hoard of children was biting. In desperation, he avoided what could only be the only other mountainous figure among little hills that jolted around them in excitement, wishing in that moment that he himself be the littlest hill.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.16.2014 @ 9:05 am

severe

Really, it was in that insignificant instance when he first saw him again, after a stretch of time that seemed impossible to measure, this rigid back of the man who broke him and severed him from emotion, that he realized his was a mortal, one who was living and breathing in pain.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.15.2014 @ 3:14 am

weathered

They appeared in a field, where a lonesome house sat, and there they found her. She was covered in twigs and leaves, face weathered by the breeze. It was the state of utter happiness that she embodied.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.14.2014 @ 3:20 am

temple

It was that treacherous storm that was silent but powerful, enclosing around him and within him. Just waiting until he crumbled into tormented ruins. To be swept away in pieces.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.13.2014 @ 7:38 am

wilderness

The eve of his death was a wilderness of desire to be free. To run through the waves of chaos that made his life what it was. It was acceptance.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.12.2014 @ 1:04 am

desperation

It was with a fit of desperation that she had decided to be coward and leave. There was nothing for after. No future for her, none that she wanted. So what really was the point of it all? Life seemed such a waste of time.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.11.2014 @ 3:21 am

footprint

In this haunting silence, the footprints of unspoken words were ghosts that followed her. She was voiceless, her tongue full but still and rotten.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.08.2014 @ 10:24 pm

airport

It was always going to be among the company of empty seats, always the stale air and the sight of people leaving, that he felt the least confused and alone. Stupid airports, commercializing loneliness.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.07.2014 @ 4:03 am

fought

In the height of their triumph, she sank in a silence that could not be fought or conquered. The cause had been delivered and served to those who must be avenged. What was now the point of living?

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.06.2014 @ 5:27 am

miraculous

It wasn’t really a point of achievement. They’d had a civilized talk. He just hadn’t thought that the feeling would be like this. Like he would enjoy it. His older self would’ve said that would’ve been a miraculous unbound to happen.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.05.2014 @ 4:57 am

dating

It wasn’t a requirement of decency but he’d be a fool not to admit that certain relationships– even theirs– are prone to society’s customs. So, he took him out dating– much to his disgust, and much to his amusement.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.04.2014 @ 12:25 am

joyful

It begins with a numbness– a sense of clarity, as if the world had just been cloaked in white sheets and everything is empty. You stand here, and at the peak, once joyful, everything grows.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.02.2014 @ 9:38 am

desolate

It is only appropriate that we strive in times of darkness, while we are blinded by our own monsters and victims. In the desolate hour, we are reborn through our pain.

» Posted By Peskiper On 05.01.2014 @ 10:00 am

loneliness

When the world is merciless, and the people are the devils’ puppets, I daren’t let you chain me. Your love is sickness– a sickness whose only cure is loneliness.

» Posted By Peskiper On 04.30.2014 @ 8:20 am

left

It wasn’t being caged that left me rotting with fear. It was this small freedom that I would have to live with, this hungry, desperate child I’m no longer mother to.

» Posted By Peskiper On 04.28.2014 @ 7:04 pm

smiled

Where was the horror in his face? The dread? The regret? That he could have chained all these in one act, in one pretense. And so I tried, I smiled, too.

» Posted By Peskiper On 04.27.2014 @ 9:07 am

derived

What in these lost moments could old souls find? For they are but derived from a stranger’s sea of thought, sinking in depths forever unknown.

» Posted By Peskiper On 04.25.2014 @ 11:42 am

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