ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
The drugs don't work for her anymore.
The pills taste bone-like against her tongue.
She remembers the rush of exhilaration and heady light weightlessness, as if she'd sprouted silver-white wings from her desperately
thin shoulder- blades. But now she stays rooted to the ground.
The pills taste bone-like against her tongue.
She remembers the rush of exhilaration and heady light weightlessness, as if she'd sprouted silver-white wings from her desperately
thin shoulder- blades. But now she stays rooted to the ground.
The Garden (poem)
Under the peonies I rest,
But I will not awake from this silent sleep.
The purple and white flowers seem to bow their pretty heads to the earth and cry raindrops.
I'm not lonely for I have the flowers for company; who could possibly be lonely when surrounded by petals of a million different colours and shades?
So don't cry when you think of me... instead nourish the flowers ensuring they always stay beautiful, and it will be like I never died at all.
The Final Minute
I know I'm dead,
My body is heavier than lead.
My blood is thick like oil.
Lips are marble white and my eyes gaze skyward.
They are red with nightmares.
My very bones seem to wither.
My heart lies cracked and beaten on the floor.
My soul rises like a warning column of smoke.
I feel my spirit rising free from the shell I was,
I look down to the boy-doll, lifeless and pale.
And my ghost cries salt-tears beneath the moon.
ONE WORD
One word shook me,
One word broke me,
One word raised me,
One word woke me.
One word hit me,
One word bit me,
One word choked me,
One word hugged me.
One word saved me,
One word craved me,
One word hurt me,
One word soothed me.
One word kissed me,
One word missed me,
One word found me,
One word bound me.
One word cradled me,
One word fabled me,
One word lied to me,
One word cried to me.
One word left me,
One word was deft to me,
One word thrilled me,
One word killed me.
One word bore me,
One word gave to me,
One word hated me,
One word berated me.
One word shocked me,
One word bought me,
One word fought me,
One
Ghost of my mind.
In my mind she is sunshine dazzling gold,
An electric lightning bolt of pure beauty.
It was 5 years that flowed between our youthful hands;
Five years of sunsets strawberry red and raindrops in the morning.
© 2014 - 2024 FoolsGolde
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In