Now That She's GoneNow that she’s gone, everything seems sharper – clearer. It was as if up until now, you’d spend your entire life in a haze; looking through a frosted pane of glass, or a filmy coffee filter, or staring directly at the sun. Now that she’s gone, there’s a sour taste in your mouth from which your tongue curls in disgust, an itch deep beneath your skin. Your scalp hums, your fingers tingle, your teeth ache. Everything, it’s all sharp. The world flashes by in serrated sections, splashes of colour, stolen moments. Sharp. The moments bleed, clotting to become hours, days. Days blend and blur, becoming weeks, months, yeaNow That She's Gone
RelativityRelativity. What follows?Relativity
Relative motion rolling, moving through hanging curtains, like the gauze that clings to a seeping wound ripping and tearing away the surface.
Exposition: an explanation which exposes me.
How can this beginning be followed by a middle of suitable worth? Will it lead to my self serving end? A blend of good and evil
awoken by the pulsing of the heart, constriction of the veins, leading to what?
Where will I go? Answer me!
Or I will drift, motionless, at light speed where time is not e
Emma's SonnetI met her first while in Drama class Eyes of night, skin of snow, soul like fire And a singing voice from Heaven’s Pass. In her first role I saw, she was for hire.Emma's Sonnet
Don’t take her for granted, to you I will warn. She’ll kick you quite hard if her you do harm, A fact I know that many a man does mourn. And if kick she does not, then you’ll meet her palm.
Crazy, hazy, gifted and dark. Her mind I have seen holds plenty a gem. Oh joy, she enjoys a good lark. This is where I tell you her name *ahem*.
So
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Let's play tag. You run, I'll try and catch you... with my bazooka!!
... Yay!
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