Leviathan’s Underwater Slum

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“I used to play oblivious till I realized I was.“

“Realized?“

“Well at that point she put a knife in my leg.”

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“I’m so hungry that at this point all I eat are lies.“

“You say that as if you don’t spit them out too.”

“You look prettier with your mouth shut.”

“Is that a lie too.”

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“I would kill them all but would that make me any different?”

“Why the hell are you asking the person you’re about to kill.”

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“You were never a rose in early Spring. You are withered, weak and wilted.”

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Find me a world away from my own

Find me a world I can really call home

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“I lay my sorrows on your chest, you often tell me to leave it to tomorrow’s rest. I wonder why you stay, just to sunder away.”

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“You save the moon, the sun, the shine, you gave me hope when all decline, you hold my hand, oh, I understand, this really all was apart of your goddamned plan.”

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“In the lone shades her body is apparent, her yellow rising warm, and the blue drifting to sleep. For they work yet never met.”

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I lay my tired legs on the headboard and my body on the mattress. She’s sitting next to me, same pose but her legs are curled up next to her.

“What do you mean, “not worthy.”?” I ask softly. She places her face in her legs.

“Not worthy of my tribe, friends, family…” She trails off, her eyes gaze lower.

“To not be worthy means to not deserve the respect of others, or rather to not have enough good qualities or deeds to deserve respect. What qualities don’t you have?”

“It’s not that I don’t have good qualities, it’s that I have no respect.” I watch her dig her face in her legs to the point all I can see is her saturated red hair.

“How do you expect others to respect you when you don’t respect yourself?” She finally looks at my eyes, before looking at my nose. “You existing is worthy.” She looks further down again. But at my breasts. Not that she knows, lost in her thoughts and unaware where her eyes are. “You being in this world is worthy. You being in Cordial Heights is worthy. You being in this lounge is worthy. You, talking to me, sitting with me, is worthy.” She smiles softly and hums in agreement.

She looks to the window, full of natures colored beauty. So beautiful it looks like a painting. But her in frame only then made it a masterpiece.

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“I often wonder what it would be like to go back home. But I know now there really is no home.”

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“The undertow is very tempting, but dangerous! You really should stay at home…nothing can harm you there.”