everything was beautiful and everything hurtthey will never understand the dull knifes edge that is loving someone that will never be able to learn how to melt into my soft edges and butterfly fingers there are no hard planes here, only rolling plains and browning flower petals that shrivel up between imaginary weddings a lace veil lies forgotten on church steps and i wilt, a bouquet i will never toss crumbling within my shaking hands
when she smiles my heart tries to escape my ribcage and it reaches for her, love me please love me love me love me, i am so close to shattering apart
so it goes, i suppose, my love pooling in my stomach making me dry heave as i watch her tangle herself around him she kills me softly, sweetly, slowly, and all i can do is try to hold on as she rocks me overboard i drown in california rainstorms and like them, i only last for ten minutes
epilogueyou haunt my paperback dreams and i,
amidst my book-worn hands,
what light breaks
into droplets on my skin it is
early morning dew that runs
down to the crevice of my thighs
i hide myself among quivering towers
as i shake myself to sleep
ChoosingOnce, there was a woman
Who found herself at a crossroads
The classic crossroads
One leading left
The other leading right
(Before dismissing this story
Try reading it all the way
The Left road promised
A life of self-hatred
All under the guise of
Making the world a better place
The Right road promised
a life of subservience
by hectoring "others"
Which road did this woman take?
The one she made by herself.
Lynn d'Vadalis I - Call of Silver
image by Dashinvaine
SHE WAS PERFECTLY AWARE THAT SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, but that had never prevented her from coming, her and Aideen. And most of the time, nobody found out about it. If they did, Artan d’Vadalis, her father and tierna of Merylsward, would pretend to grow angry, and uncle Kirrin would lecture them about the dangers of the wild. The effect of these sermons was to fan the girls’ appetite for adventure. Any punishment was merely making the game of not being found out more interesting.
Lynn was not too certain where ‘here’ was, either, except that it was deep within the forest of the Eldeen, and fairly close to the foothills of the fierce Icehorns. Wherever the thick canopy of the forest cleared, she could catch glimpses of its snow-covered peaks, bathed in the red light of the volcanoes, standing firm under the menacing clouds. Like the armies that, so people told her, f