We’ve made a home of our chaos
& our bed, a nest
One we’ve built with kisses and touches
& call it love
We’ve hung up our tears as curtains
& our screams have become the melodies that play throughout the hallways
Empty promises for dinner
Uncertain plans for dessert
In hopes it will all stick like spaghetti to the wall
But if we keep building on something broken
Whose fault would it be but our own, when it falls to the ground
We’ve made a home of our chaos
About the Creator
GF
for those who are lost & still being found.
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
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