#hexofharris

[deadestpoet]

At the End of It My life was true. I was fancy.

Gosh. Think about it.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 324.

[deadestpoet]

I Hid the Diamond Exactly There

Stretched bleeding the lips sealed popped and resealed The tampon a little tube of superglue quite bare in the courtyard I glided out of  some safe hideaway

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 316.

[deadestpoet]

Jade-Figured

Let it slip, goblin girl Jade killed her Jade figured  the reverse. Jade shuddered for sure. Desire Jade quietly. I began to tell her.

I began to tell her quietly: Jade desire for sure shuddered. Jade, the reverse figured. Jade killed her. Jade, goblin girl, let it slip.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 322.

[deadestpoet]

Please

That the shape-shifter had claws tipped in rage his teeth altered to seven feet long be grateful I called to cats: close my eyes to his excited care

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 265.

[deadestpoet]

Without You I’d Eat It All Probably Though

whipped reckless butterscotch stuck stuck in questing  silence us subdued us confused as  melted butter fangs out I  triggered pretty secret pinpricks a rare new safety we leaned against each other

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 178.

[deadestpoet]

When I Discovered My Worth

I was smiling awash had been emptied

the two of us guessing our captors a brawling city battered, grabbing a contradiction go go go we had completely

turned off

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 260.  

[deadestpoet]

I Really Needed a Shower

I would smell real  faintly I was a fairy without waiting wounded in protest let a little blood mouth roll fairy blood words little streak of knowing a hundred percent information no fairy shrugged inexplicable blood admirers piqued

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 244.

[deadestpoet]

I Was Paying Attention

Will you not meet her changed? I feel so so                   top teeth secret                  fffft! the queen a recollection bigger, minute, a secret existence by the fire. She promised and  promised to understand that cold bite of hell. This monologue a village.

Harris, Charlaine. Definitely Dead. Ace, 2006, p 236.