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[the-last-nineteenth]

swallow me whole

don't let a single aspect of me bubble to the surface

allow the cold to cover you like a blanket

for the soul grows old without light

become ancient in the darkness

and reign above the stars where eternity is a second

[gumbootspearlz]

Behind Curtains

There’s no perfect life. There’s always something going on behind the curtain that people don’t know about. Madelaine Petsch Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/madelaine_petsch_917778?src=t_curtain

Behind Curtains memory eye lids open and shut portals between loss and longing for time’s healing.

Yesterday’s grief slammed open and shut today buzzes in through the window threatening a…

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[the-last-nineteenth]

My chest constricts when I think of you

An ache burning beneath my skin

It's so effortless and yet impossible

I simply want to hold you

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Let the moon rise again tomorrow on my heart to show that I am not weak to the dark.

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See, I've got strands of fate connected to many people. But mine's not an option. There's a knot holding mine down to these bruised knuckles, But there's a nice pretty bow on theirs -- sturdy for the time being, Easy to just tug on and make it fall away. Perhaps I could just slip them off in return, But I much prefer the pain of them cutting deep into my skin.

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It felt like yesterday or tomorrow. There was never a present time to grasp onto. A double heartbeat within a single chest. Phantom rumblings heard throughout the house. Another connection forged from ashes, another aspect to hide from prying eyes.

It felt like tomorrow or yesterday. Present time loomed like a haze, being chased by the lingering presence of one long gone to reality. A heart beat out of tune, hampered by anxiety. Everything seen ignored, unseen desired. Pain swallowed whole while the stitches still bleed. 

[the-last-nineteenth]

The right wing is steady, utilizing flames like a lifeline to keep it all together. The left wing kept you soaring far above the ground, holding you close. Once one was lost, you came spiraling down to crash and burn, not even ashes left behind. One heart split into two, all-seeing eyes going blind. The comfort of your warmth stolen away in a flash, a bang, a stroke of good luck. Running along to the end of the trial, embers glowing brighter than ever before, then dulling, throwing the flames away. An unwanted legacy, fearful of the power granted, instead wishing to see you again, to wake up from this bad dream. A cage being broken, an old friend to the power, new to yourself. Wings grew once more, but the feathers never forgot the lost ones.

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Looking out into the darkness, she only saw a reflection of her soul - small glittering spots of hope long gone and overwhelming darkness that swallowed whole.

She’d shut her eyes, only to find lightning dancing beneath her eyelids.