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A Second EncounterThe morning had been filled with sunshine and warmth, but the afternoon brought with it heavy gray storm clouds and bitter chills. The trees wavered in the cold winds, clinging to their leaves as tight as they could, but their efforts were in vain, as some would slip from their grasp and be stolen away. Brian had become used to mother nature's wild mood swings, and took them in stride. His view of today's tantrum was partially obstructed by a slight glare on the window, but anything was better than listening to his wizened old professor drone on about hermetic philosophy, or whatever this particular class was on. He knew he ought to be listening, as he was already falling behind on his studies, but the atmosphere outside had become so gloomy, he was becoming increasingly anxious to get outside. Unlike most people, Brian enjoyed the dark weather, since it makes everything else seems nicer and more cheerful by comparison. He glanced at the clock only to find that class had practically ju
Entering the Academy "Crap, Crap, Crap," Brian groaned as he hurried past the old oak tree that stood by the main gate, watching over him silently as he dropped the books that he had been carrying haphazardly in both of his arms, sending loose papers flying every which way. Again, he groaned in desperation and dropped to his knees, trying to pick up all the books while simultaneously gathering all the loose papers before they blew away. Even though there wasn't the slightest breeze, they still managed to slip through his fingers and get carried away, as if by invisible thieves. Although, he thought, rolling his eyes as he caught his yet-to-be-started paper on Artificial Invocation Areas, that may very well be the case. Nevertheless, he managed to gather all his stuff and continue hisapparently endlesstrek to the other side of campus, with nothing more than a dirtied pair of pants and some lost time.
Suddenly, to Brian's shock and dismay, the obnox
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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