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I am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck Wasting days wondering why grass is green And how it can be greener for others and not I Then I realized its all artificial food colouring And polystyrene picket fences Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour But l

 Her eyes scanned the scene like they’d never seen anything like it, moving slowly back and forth, taking in every detail. I could drink those eyes, which looked just deep enough to do so. Everyone calls eyes “pools”, but Zee’s eyes really are, their blue constantly flickering and changing like tides rolling in and out, becoming darker and lighter as the sun reflects off of them. She closed her eyes, breathing in so deeply I could see her chest rise, hold for a moment, and then fall. She fell back, catching herself on the tree and then gently lowering herself to the ground to settle in among the roots. “Things h

I know you. I have known you since the creation of time; since the beginning of your ancestry. Your ancestors have given me many names, thousands, though they knew me no more than you do now, as you read this. I appear throughout history many times, though I was always there, lurking in your shadow. I have been portrayed as a thing of beauty, as well as a beast of nightmare, fire-spitting, ash-leaving. In the beginning, they called me Asmodai and condemned me as a being of sin, while at the same time they praised me with lavish power and called me prince. I am a simple demon, though a king among them. I was deemed immortal, but to speak

Peaceful. Calm. Quiet. A lone figure lay on the wing of his aircraft in the middle of the desert, the sun hung high in the sky, beating down upon his slightly tanned skin as the smoke from his cigarette floated slowly upwards; catching in the slightest breeze that blew, disturbing the sand that skipped across the dry cracked ground. He squinted as he opened his tired eyes, the sunlight making him turn his head and roll over, sitting up to rub his forehead, feeling heavy and lazy…patting through his mousy hair as though he were looking for something. However, when he felt nothing but his hair his eyes widened, looking about the wing wo

 It was without a doubt the coldest day of the year. After hours of walking down sidewalks and across busy streets, she'd come home unemployed and unsatisfied. Her heating had been turned off, so she carefully pulled out every jacket and blanket she could find and lay down on the bed, curling up underneath the mound of material. She tossed one way and then turned the other, visions of her day rushing her mind in an all out assault. Just as it seemed she was about to cry, a small switch flipped in her mind and exhaustion overcame her. Her muscles relaxed and she fell still. She began to dream…