looks at me across the dinner table and
if i've been eating lately
and my mother (beside me) joins his stare with hers
and reduce me to ashes with only
as daddy talks about a girl
he used to know who
starved herself to death
i look down at my plate and
(i throw my food away in the end
and nearly cut my finger on
my razorblade collarbone
and knife-edge hips
i am sharp
but not brittle
i can tear down cities with a bat of my eyes
(the same ones you burn me with)
i will not soften my edges for
soft people who don't want to cut themselves
on my angles and blades
underestimate me not
i was born to open throats
i've seen what starvation does
to those who starve
and felt the vice
of those who love the starving
don't assume you know more of that
particular brand of heartbreak
just because you don't know
what I've felt in my short time
Celi6ate "Kanny-"Celi6ate1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No, Cronus! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times-"
"Vhat?! Do you not trust me or something?"
"Don't be ridiculous, that is hardly the root of the problem here-"
"Do you not love me? Is that it?"
Kankri Vantas was officially stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The somewhat off-kilter and often stressful red relationship he had decided to risk with Cronus had been going on for nearly half a sweep, and more than once, Cronus had made sexual advances. He had tried to sweep Kankri off his feet and woo him silly, which worked to an extent. That extent was cuddling on the sofa with almost cold hands rubbing circles on a mutant-hot grey chest under a certain red sweater while a rom-com was playing, maybe a few cold kisses to the neck and ears. This elicited high, sweet giggles and squirmin
Rolling Boy -HetaOni ver.-Rolling BoyRolling Boy -HetaOni ver.-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
stuck inside a recurring dream
too many times
is coming true.
All the noise
inside his little head
He scratches it wildly;
He scratches it wildly.
* * * * * *
'No problems' he says so brightly
But then, it's vanished
Gone to the air
Please for your sake, don't enter the mansion
He's alone, so he tries
"One more time
One more time
Take us all back to that time,"
The boy says
So he says
As he holds the fateful book in the air!
"Are you ready to quit?"
"Not so ready yet
We might make it out in another time
So I'll just go on there (next loop)
* * * * * *
is faraway in that dream.
Beyond the colors you can see.
All the voice
overlapping in the air
He mixes them all around;
he mixes them all around!
Insufferable. Insufferable.Insufferable.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It really stung him.
Kankri was used to nasty names like that, and he'd learned to keep a straight face through the taunting and verbal abuse. However, name-calling was one of the many subjects that sent him into a long-winded sermon about how some trolls could be 'tri99ered' by such a manner of speech, which only led to more bullying, and eventually to more sermons. The cycle was vicious and never ending.
Even gentle Aranea, with sad blue eyes, had told him on more than one occasion to be quiet. Though she was known as a rather talkative troll, her stories, he supposed, were more interesting than what he had to say. Mituna had more than once told him to 'shut the fuck up' to Cronus' s delight. Before the 'accident', Kurloz hadn't been able to stand him, saying that he was speaking heresy, and usually left the room in under a minute. Porrim seemed to
Rome is Burning _APH_ I'm scared. I'm seriously fucking scared right now. People are in our house. We're hiding in our stuffy attic, holding each other. I think I can hear heavy boots in the hall. Feli's shaking. He's scared as hell. I don't know what's going on. Everything's on fire. Rome is burning outside the one small window of the attic. If I look hard enough, I can see Paris' lights across the sea.Rome is Burning _APH_2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Paris is burning.
I don't know about 'Tonio. I can't see Madrid. If he goes, I'll go. Because...without him, there's no me. There. I said it. I love him. If you're reading this, you better not fucking tell him, because I'll come back and find you and haunt your ass.
The world's on fire.
I think the