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Misfortune ||It's so much to ask of myself, to give myself the peace you feel I deserve before we both recollect our thoughts and remember that we both only want... you.Misfortune by ~AfterCelebration
You never once considered the possibility - for who would've thought the light would rear up, engulfing you and making your shadow a mass never to be reigned back in? - of this weight upon your shoulder.
...At the times like these, when I know only myself, when I remember the lost boy in clothes too big for his frame. Ah... this infantile agony, long caused by myself and since run away from home, with the spoon to feed me... the blurring vision as the mirror of rememberance distorts m
Duality Dear Y,Duality by ~AfterCelebration
I seldom miss you but occasionally, like today, I am overwhelmed by the crushing sea that is the reminder of the bittersweet sonata we used to play together; I, the keys for your madness and you, the master. It always used to hurt to erupt into fragmented pieces as you kept yourself amused for hours on end combing and disrupting the notes of my body. It was worth every sweet scream that filtered through your ears, you told me once, and I was quite a tease, even when playing dead. I would like to write more but I must go; you're coming for me now to desecrate what you hold dear.
Au revoir, O.
To sweet O
Arc Before your arrival I thought of warm moments between the two of us; physically and emotionally. You hold me, I hold you, and yet even as I try to drag those imagining's back to myself they are deteriorating; faster than a corpse, slower than fruit. It won't last. I know for a fact that we won't. I will tell you what will happen and how our story will unfold. Because that is all we are: characters. I just double as a writer... your angel, your devil. The cliche'.Arc by ~AfterCelebration
Details aren't needed for this: we all know what china smashing on the floor sounds like; we know the neighbours won't care to describe your screams as 'ear-piercing', 'shrill', 'ha
Carnality There was something distinctively carnal about the infant who was screaming as he stood in line, waiting to throw the coins into the dish for the driver and to take his seat on the bus, with the mother holding the child against her hip, telling the child 'no', followed by repeated choruses of 'you're tired, time to sleep now.'Carnality by ~AfterCelebration
A boy stood next to his mother, glancing about, checking to see how many people had lost the attention of one another to look towards the uncontrolled child, screaming in his head for the child to shut up, just shut up.
I stood with them, or rather, just behind them, watching the spectacle. I had looked about me only
Sta.sh
Joy 
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