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TODG Collection One: Nations by QuincMSK
White Chalk OutlineIn sweet silence behind twin oceans, a young girl closes her eyes. In remembrance of the past, her heat beats slowly, voice softly strumming, chest quickly moving in, and out... In perfect time with the soft, panicked beat of the waves kissing the shore with such a prolonged sense of loving violence.
Her heart burns... Incessant increase in temperature taking place in her core, reaching temperatures of the outside world. Body, beating heart, life force... Sunken in, low to the ground in protective stances over an empty chest of treasure; One once filled to the brim with jewels, and gold, and precious memories... Its contents now having been washed slowly away by the emaciated sea.
So greedy, so spacious in its never-ending glory. And here it swallows... Taking every spot of metal, every drop of precious gem, reaping the very significance and pride contained in every precious little memory.
The little girl's hair, a silken ebony ocean, itself, shielding pale flesh, and choco
Cruel WantingMy eyes are opened, glistening like the winter snow: And the light in my mind is dim to sweet silence, with the only thought sitting patiently in the illuminated darkness: Cruel, cruel wanting.
Stars kissing the sky, like a brother ans sister would, so delicate, so loving. What price for this? Just one little moment, of cruel, cruel wanting. Lifting me up while holding me down, as if to say, "Wait.", and speaking so softly, with fluttering lashes, to mask my gutless feeling of cruel, cruel wanting.
So, I listen. And I wait. And I promise, to wonder.
'Till I have nothing left...
A Dream's EscapeLusts overtake minds as swiftly as disease over blood, time over present. Burdens rest at mourners' toes, festering and with still-beating hearts, still-fresh blood, infecting other hearts; The very withered heart that still finds its resting place in the chest of the deceased soul. And guilt pursues the rich opportunity to reap faith and crush dreams, as if they were a mere, brittle bone, whilst regret eats away at the soul's insides, and his escaped dream taunts him so, with its sultry, amorous glow... Its beautiful, delicate pageant. Dancing in front of his glazing eyes, twirling away with such blissful content.
As an infant without her mother. Wondering, longing for absolution; Crying, screaming to the night like a lonely downed hero, blood escaping him. Cold, and hungry, like a caged bird. And... Angry. Like a furious wind, a burning passion seething through it like lightning through steel... Eating away at his flesh whilst regret continues its work.
While the dream c
Hide and SeekA sweet night's embrace tangled up in emotion, A love so unreal, unseen, masked from the world like a caged dove; a beautiful lie. And as trust crumples like a useless page, burning with the grueling light of day, a one loved is unaware. Nothing more than a whisper in the wind, or an ignored glimmer of light in a darkness so blinding, scarring. With eyes as blue as a cloudless sky, or the sight of staring into the eyes of a newborn star, and with a heart made of the purest of gold...
Hiding from this, the only choice. Seeking, but never to have. And to watch one walk away as calmly as he; like watching your own life vanish, your reflection fade, your soul fire off its last firework, before disappearing with nothing more than a silent hiss, and a small, glittering ember; Farther from the source it travels, to wherever the wind may please...