you are twenty. you are not afraid
to think you’ve outgrown teenage
delusions but you must admit that
you miss it; that dionysian, dystopian
love that burns so sweetly in your
throat like cheap alcohol. you are
bittersweet kisses and memories
of absinthe and watered-down beer
curling through your veins. you are
sleepless summer nights, the dance
of stormwater on the roof. you are
impatient with the radio, impatient
for tomorrow. you are not gentle in
love. you are brave. you are young.
you are.
And heaven shall hath no fury compared to the wrath of hell
When dawn at last will rise upon the ending
Seeketh all the simple pleasures of a wanton life
But gone the element of thine own ending
Wrought in iron with chain abound
Fool the folly of an unearned gain
The false will come to save the earth from heaven
Hosts divine will turn and die
For what is holy cannot abide the sinful world
The accursed will be the only salvation for mankind
Broken Creatures by laststandingnapoleon, literature
Literature
Broken Creatures
Come hither, thou who slither
I trust where you have tread
Underbelly, the world is to you
Let us break bread
Come all those who crawl
I know you are in the dark, frightened
Underfoot, you are to the world
Let your fears be lightened
Come ye who creep, you I will keep
I believe you're waiting for the best
Uncertain, you are of the world
Let your weary eyes rest.
Come the blind, the mute, don't be left behind
I hope one day you will be assured
Unsteadily, you walk in this world
Move forward, and do not wait to be cured
For I can't promise a brave new future is ahead,
But with me your world will be brightened
Life will not be
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i.
he died when i wouldn't look him in the eyes
ii.
and the swans screamed, baring their long, long necks.
they ran from the trees, the forest, the woods, afraid of timber branches with tender ropes. severity was in their skinny throats, and the reeds whispered with anticipation. they were only there for the show.
the swans had splitting tongues and fracturing feather shafts and slaughtered wingbeats in chests without heartbeats and still they bowed to the weighty boughs.
iii.
he said cedar girls never made it through the winter.
they died midsummer, but were smart enough to paint themselves green, sickly green, as to ward off the mono
Chapter 11:
Hadley
“So what’s he like? Spill!” My sister was overly enthusiastic. I laughed, shaking my head even though she couldn’t see it over the phone.
“He who?”
“He, you know the hell who, Hadley! You know I always know when you’ve got someone new in your life.”
“I don’t have someone new in my life.” Not yet.
“Lance said there was someone new hanging out with you the other night. Spill.”
I sighed, making a mental note to have Lance check with me before telling my sister anythi
Chapter 10:
Flint
Best night of my life. Until I walked into the pack house and Demeter slammed into me. ”Where have you been?!” He demanded.
I sighed, gritting my teeth together. “I went, had a fight, and then I had some coffee. The last time I checked I didn’t need your permission to do that. Or should I start calling you mom now?”
He wanted to hit me and was raising his fist to do so when Luke walked in. Luke was as big as Demeter, and for that reason alone Demeter had a mix of fear and respect for him. Luke would never hurt anyone, but Demeter didn’t really know t