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Side Characters

"You can be the side character or the main character." "It's based on your decisions." "It all depends on you."

Can I be that?

Is it true? Does choice matter? Because last I checked, the dullest protagonists still get to be protagonists, and the favorite side characters— they die on cue for the hero.

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The Beauty That Killed Me

I sip it slowly, relish the taste. I then feel an oddity, a tightening of my entrails.

Setting it at nought, I continue to drink, I see your eyes widening with each swallow I take.

"Is something wrong?" "No, no it's alright!" "Are you quite sure? You look on with such delight." "Yes yes, just relax!"

I take another quaff, a long pull. It's been exquisitely prepared, yet the candlelight begins to dull.

As I swallow, I look to you, I think I hear a titter, a sound so cold, so bitter.

"Are you really quite sure nothing is amiss?

You seem so enraptured by my simple sips."

"Don't worry about me dear, I've simply had too much to drink, I fear!"

I trust you — I've known you so long. So I finish my drink. I ignore my instincts speaking: Something's wrong…

I stand to leave, yet my head meets the floor. You never really loved me. My world — now darkness. Forevermore.

Pinned

Two pins sink deep into my wonderful wings.

I squirm as I try to escape.

You watch with interest,

your gaze does not waver.

I’m attached to a foam board,

but it may well have been stone.

I cannot push through either,

I’m imprisoned no differently.

The next pin punctures my thorax,

holding me still.

It would have been a mercy,

had I been killed.

Instead you have pinned me,

selected for display.

I will be forever preserved,

it’s just a little pain,

you mutter that it's worth it,

that it's okay.

You may see it as an honor,

a beautiful thing.

But to me,

you have simply poked holes in my wings.

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The Same Plane

The surest things we think we know:

love, beauty; hate, ugly.

They shift from eye to eye,

share a single plane of meaning.

Lovely to one, reviled by another.

Beautiful to some, ugly to others.

Never both—always one or the other.

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Side Characters

"You can be the side character or the main character." "It's based on your decisions." "It all depends on you."

Can I be that?

Is it true? Does choice matter? Because last I checked, the dullest protagonists still get to be protagonists, and the favorite side characters— they die on cue for the hero.

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The Garden

Of course you can have it,

you asked so politely.

I give you my pinky,

it wasn’t useful anyway.

A gorgeous calla lily takes its place.

I like it better, so it's okay.

You need an eye?

Of course you do,

I knew there was a reason I had two.

A pink hydrangea takes its place.

I love it so much,

so I do not complain,

when you reach into my chest,

and rip my lung away.

In its stead is a wonderful rose.

I barely notice when its thorns start to grow.

You come so often now,

sometimes you bring others.

You take both my arms,

but that is alright,

because the willow branches,

are more majestic anyway.

You take both my legs,

but it's fine.

Now I have strong trunks,

and I disliked movement in any case.

My only complaint,

I can’t run away.

So you begin to take more,

everyday.

The fear creeps in when you take my other eye.

I can no longer see the beauty,

and I begin to cry.

But it only worsens the pain.

As my tears water the rose,

and the thorns pierce my skin.

You came again, asking for my heart.

I told you no,

but you didn't stop.

Just snatched it yourself.

It was replaced with an anthurium.

Which I suppose is close enough,

after all, it is heart shaped.

It's not as if I could escape.

My hair becomes begonias,

my veins turn to briars.

Till even my skin is nothing but petuntias.

Yet still you come each day.

When I think there's nothing left to take.

You find something new,

and the vines tighten,

and the thorns grow,

and the roots deepen.

Until finally,

you request my brain.

It’s all that I have.

But I know you’ll take it anyway.

So I use my last conscious thought,

and I give it away.

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Dragging

Falling, sinking,

deeper down.

My arms push against the cold water,

futility.

No matter how I scramble,

I’m descending still.

I look into the darkness below,

glimpse your fingers,

wrapped around my ankle.

It’s you—

this reason I can't breathe.

The pressure in my chest—

building steadily.

As the air leaves my lungs—

you look up at me.

Your eyes—besseeching,

save me.

I feel your nails,

digging.

My vision—darkening.

My fist meets your flesh,

as I fight to survive.

You grab my arm,

your lips—a grin.

You plant your legs against my back,

push yourself up—

now with momentum you had lacked.

As the final bubbles of my air rise,

I see you surface—

your salvation—my grave.

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