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I am a wounded animal.
If provoked, I will bite whether comforted or confronted.
I am a scorpion.
I will ask for passage and then I will drown us both.
I am a fire.
If you get too close, it will burn, so find other warmth more friendly, however mechanical.
I am.
It is my nature.
I'm sorry that we had to fall in love like this, I know it would be less painful in other.
I'm sorry that I insult you so, but words spill past my lips like waterfalls.
No concern.
No thought for who they scar.
I would tape my mouth but you would just rip it off.
This is the horror of our love.
I apologize.
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liminal
"liminal" we dreamed, once, of sanguine streets in cloud cities– our wonder wandering, hearts on winds aloft, airy eyes surveying sidewalk bagatelles; limns of cumulus blooms like light wildflowers on a breeze: a swallow's song and sounds of sweeping cirrus streams. recount the softly spoken summer days, i, the rain, your reticent plume, enthralled under these eaves of poetry– unmoored, your magic in vapour; no pangs at the mention of certain meteorological events. your magic whispers a wind, sail us wherever you would like to go. i can still see the contrails we left, feel a lingering warmth of the time we spent, fading. you can't collect clouds, though i try just the same. to keep this one pure thing that was salient, until at last i can't remember your name.
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War
The Healing Womb Universe Story #19 - War Story Tags: unbirth, F/M, thehealingwombuniverse, pregnant, soldier, queen, war, king Word count: 1,530 Written by: inyougo ---------- Visitors to our country often ask why every building has a bell next to the door and why we consider knocking bad luck. The more astute visitors also ask why a woman who willingly takes someone into herself to heal them is treated as if they were a queen. The answers to all three questions are in the story of a war that took place nine years ago. ==== Following months of negotiations that accomplished very little, war was coming. All men physically capable and of the right age are being conscripted into the army. Overnight, boys became men as they took over the farms and shops left behind by the men. The rival country moves its army to the border between our country and theirs. The King orders our army to do the same. No one knows which side fired the first arrow. But everyone from both countries knows
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Camp Forgotten
It’s not often you find a child who is truly unmanageable. One who no one can deal with at all. One who even the most loving of parents would say they wish they could just send that child back, trade it for another. But for those that are so abhorrent, for parents who are begging for some solution, there is us. Camp Forgotten is your wish come true, your light at the end of the tunnel, your chance to trade in that clunker of a child of yours. To some, Camp Forgotten might sound cruel. The name alone sparks terrible feelings, but let me assure you that is by design. The children left with us are the worst of the worst, and our name is a reminder to them that they have been so awful that the world would like to forget them. In our many years of operation, we have found that in order for these children to change into functional members of society, they must first understand that their current self isn’t wanted by anyone and must be abandoned, forgotten, here at camp. If you are worried
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actual title: If That's Your Apology, You Might as Well Keep Your Mouth Shut.
yeah, I did this when I was upset...
yeah, I did this when I was upset...
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