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My Darling Words
You’ve never betrayed me in the past, my darling words. Yet he enters my mind, touches ever thought and twists every morsel of my sanity and logic. And then, then you run and cower – hidden in a complicated entanglement of confusion for you, my darling words, cannot possibly fathom such emotional thought.
I'm Calm.. Just.
“Sit still!” Came the shrill of my mother’s voice, a quick look declaring the nervous nibbling of her nails.
“I am…”
“No, you aren’t. It’s fine. Everything is fine.” I raised a brow, unable to contain the slight smirk to creep over what I knew to be a tired visage. How much sleep had I truly gotten? I had no idea. What I did know, was that mum ran on little shut-eye and was beginning to lose the familiar grip on the panic we all silently shared. Who was she trying to convince?
I gave a sigh, stretching fingers out first and making them flex – nails point first into the suede of the armrests. So lethargic. So pent up without anywhere to go or anything to do except wait; hope. “I hate sitting around.”
She gave a pause, her hand falling away from her mouth an inch as she looked between my little brother – huddled in a silent state of panic at the furthest corner of the couch – and myself, restless and agitated. “I know you do. Why not go to bed?”
In my usual fashion, I slid my attention towards her with the faint topple of my head; brow perked and no words, as usual, needed.
“Mum, it’s going to be fine. The fire has only dipped into a slight gully. Everything will be fine. No different than last year.” Mustering a laugh, I leant closer to entwine fingers through hers and give her hand a comforting squeeze. “Like I said yesterday, just belated New Year’s fireworks. Tonight? Those fireworks have just gotten bigger to emit a huge glow.”
A sidelong glance and it was known my little brother had listened to every word I’d said and seemed hardly convinced yet mum gave me a small smile once looking back to her. “Alright.” She finally sighed, a sleepy sigh further enhanced by the sluggish and exhausted movement taken to rise from her chair. “I’m going to bed.”
“Night, mum. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Unable to sit, I rose and moved across the room till I could lean against the frame of the window – arms folding as I stared through the gap in the vertical blinds towards the flames threatening to inflict damage on our property and lives.
Perhaps, it really was time to panic.
Snow Angel
Think of me as a snow angel, falling from youthful dreams on an airy bed of lost hope. Where I settle, one may never know for I slowly fade into the crevices of the cracked and thinned ice you so desperately walk upon now. Think carefully, speak softly, or you may fall through and never know where your snow angel now lays.
♚ ~S. xo
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I Want My Bubble..
Is it possible to become detached from the words you clamber for? Wishing to bathe in the destructive serenity of the written word yet restricted by the web of knotted and tangled thoughts?
Indeed.
One word to describe your kissing style.
If I was asked face to face, I'd probably spin round and tell you to find out for yourself. Ahem. Lawl, no, serious. No word comes to mind. Sorrry! I'll think on it next time I wind up kissing someone, kay? Kay.
I have way too much free time...
Lurching within its restraints, reflected within a subtle script of few words, truth brings a shy heart to admit defeat…
