The tales surround us
Burying us deep
Until we catch up to them again
Hoarding a life of repeats.
Washing dishes 'til dawn
Filling in the dots
Of the doors we've never opened
Merely tidying up the rot.
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We go through the patterns
Day in and day out
Hoping the cycle soon breaks
Before the leaks sprout.
We waltz with our ghosts
Afraid to toe the line
Announcing our habits
Smearing the spilled wine.
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The tales surround us
Burying us alive
We turned out like them, again
Maybe one day you'll survive.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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Great imagery. Well done.
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Congrats on top story!
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Beautifully written
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Good story, congratulations.
ayy congrats on the well deserved top story! I feel this one deeply after this week