| Finally finishing this after about 8 months of letting it sit there. Now that I've actually thought about it, I think I might expand these letters into a full thing (NaNoWriMo anyone?) |
| Finally finishing this after about 8 months of letting it sit there. Now that I've actually thought about it, I think I might expand these letters into a full thing (NaNoWriMo anyone?) |


Too LateTick - TockToo Late
It's coming. Can't you feel it?
Tick - Tock
There it is again. I smell it, coming from you. Can't you smell it?
Tick - Tock
It's getting closer. I can taste it in the air. Rusty, sweet, yet light and savory. Can't you taste it?
Tick Tock
It's getting too close. I can hear its steps. Each step, a heartbeat closer. Each heartbeat, another step. Can't you hear it?
Tick Tock
It's right on top of us. A deeper darkness, fading to black
Still Life 1

WindI amWind
A fresh breeze blows through the courtyard Stifles the branches You can feel it on your mind and in your marrow Uplifts your spirits Like petals on the wind As gravity defies itself and brevity defines itself The seconds pass and all is well
I am not
A warm swell sinks in the courtyard Startles the branches You can feel it on your head and in your bones Stifles your spirits Like droplets in the clouds As brevity defies itself and gravity defines itself The days pass and all is still
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