Good morning.
Good evening.
Good yesterday.
The halted gyre is flowing with its light pulses within my very palms.
One, two, three, four, five, six...
They plop into the wet water
Dim dim
The flowing fluid chimes to me
What ears I have
The soft flesh
They perk
They hurt
I perceive...
I inhale moist
Moist dark dust
Not a single sow
The slight airy puff of flavor
It pierces into middle muddied morass
It's a familiar little thing
The gentle light drops
Pink like the inevitable sunset
A dark shade like the sticky trickle of vivacity
The fluttering moths pause on my unsightly
Snakes, draped on my crown.
On my lashes, they nibble away.
Begone, pesky smudges.
"Don't" they driveled.
"Don't" I snap.
"Don't?"
Thy is golden.
Thou art thy smog colored statue.
The violets catch the golden key guardian.
The snakes hiss in their indignation.
She shalt be thy smog.
The detached ambling grips a hold on its heartfelt Sunshine bladed spindle
"Don't!" I shriek.
"Don't!" They shriek.
"Don't!"
It hurts!
My shattered and scattered.
Stop the ragged cuts
Halt the sunrise
The moon
The shifting stars
My chest
It heaves
Peacefully
In agony
Festering miserable might!
It wraps me in a midnight plumage
Of smoke and shadows
I am the comet shooting down
I am false piece in the puzzle
I am the mournful sob on the line
Outside your window
Every dawn
Every dusk
Palliating valorous doldrums!
It wraps me in my wills
Sparkling stardust and obstinacy
Never grow still in lucent plumage
Grazing ever closer
Corral closer
Corral sooner
Vain, vain, vain
Do these striving
Avians all come undone?
In vain
"Don't
"I don't want to be in vain!"
Wild flowers brush their long stems and wheel of Teardrops against my exposed legs.
Everything is musty and settled in a dusty haze of
Forgetfulness
Amber rays filter through the stalks of the wild Flower field
The eternal domain of sprightly wrens and Butterflies
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Sorry for Being an Ordinary Magical Girl
Fantasy***HIATUS FOR A LONG TIME*** It's being discontinued because I never developed the world or characters well enough. Let's skip time from the present, fast forward a few decades filled with the future's uncertainty. What would you see? Extravagant sp...
