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I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
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She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Archive of posts published in the tag: night

Dreamworld

  I dream of a place where the sounds of waterfalls weave their way through nebula arches, where fish can dance in the sky among the fireworks, leaving trails of star-droplets for me to follow. *** I want to crawl on the scope…

Protector; Tormentor

Remember the moon survives, draws herself out crescent-thin, a curved woman. Untouchable, she bends around the shadow that pushes himself against her, and she   waits. Remember how you waited when the nights bled their darkness out like ink, to blacken the days…

Painting By Night

What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent confinement and freedom, the idea of a game…

The Vanity Ventriloquist

Vanity controls all. Some are ashamed of being less than perfect, and their vanity compels them to hide within the dark. Some are proud of being ideally beautiful, and their vanity compels them to appear before the light. But all are controlled by…

My Sky

My sky was meant to be painted in the raw spectrum of the rainbow, where every color jumped in vibrant exclamations of wanting to be great. Every hue in my sky was meant to be lurid and glaring, flaming in its brilliance, thriving…

Evanescence

I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…

Nightmares

As if slowly pulled upright by the eerie beckons of marionette strings at the hands of a puppet master, I was dragged from dark, fitful sleep into the realm of consciousness. It was as if I had just walked through a sheet of…

Unwanted; Unloved

Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights.   Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…

Second Life

  When you open your eyes after a vivid dream, despite its vibrant nature, the details begin to fade from your memory faster than water slides through the cracks of cupped hands. This is how it feels to die.   Her life was…

Temptations of Preservation

Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) created by the text creator in your chosen text about the role of self-preservation in the face of competing demands. (Cold Critical) Human beings are creatures who place enormous importance upon our individual self-preservation. We take every opportunity that…

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