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to every song you sang.the porcelain hallways bounced the noise of feet clad with shoes and boots clopping against the ground. the sun was stained by colors from glass windows high up in the ornate ceilings. the angels looked upon them some days, and some days she couldn't bear to be in this hall just because of that.to every song you sang.
"alice? alice? oh god, alice are we going to die?" "possibly." "do you want to die?" "i'm not sure." "but you always sound so sure." "facade. a mask. you get it." "no, not really." "hmph." "alice?" "what now?" "is your sister is going to be beheaded?" "yes." "oh." &n
by ~littlewhite-shadows
the sixth station.in her veins there wasn't blue nor red, but brown. the brown of roots, the roots of trees, the trees her body had long been buried under. no one had found her, not just yet, but her crystalline eyes were hoping. those eyes were lined with silver mold. silver of tears ducts freezing over because she was oh-so-close to hell, but the flames only tickled her feet.the sixth station.
yes, to her hell was cold because when you are dead the feeling of warmth and love and hatred and everything else that made you turn red disappears and hides under a blanket. to her, being dead was like being injected thousands of milligrams of novocain and being told to ho
by ~littlewhite-shadows
i wanted to be reborn a bee,we are a carnival of animals, we are, we are.i wanted to be reborn a bee,
i've been kicked and slapped, feels like ice running through the tap.
hey, hey, where did you go out in snow.
your piano footsteps have stopped,
lets not pretend. i can't light a match,
burnt my fingers. i will try again,
until my fingers are no more
and i'm sobbing on floor. don't tell me to watch the rain, because i am in it,
falling down, flowing back up, little pieces of love.
by ~littlewhite-shadows
everyone has someone.it was a gray sweater day and black, bow-tie flats night. her legs were cold, numb and hilled with goosebumps she only discovered today. she leaned - testing to see if the rail was slippery - over the edge of the ledge to cars below. they honked and screeched at each other and try as she might, she couldn't understand there language. so she kept walking. there was a man on this street. he was full of words and lilac lies, to good pretty for women but just beautiful enough for girls. but she wasn't one of those girls. she would drift by him, entranced by cinnamon pretzels and strawberry lemonade. him and his thin ruby lieveryone has someone.
by ~littlewhite-shadows
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