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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    i put your mother through hell, don't you mind?; noellen
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    I love you. Don't you mind, don't you mind?

    This world is on fire.

    There is mist on the horizon that curls up into the clouds like smoke, and when the wind rolls through the tips of the burnt ember grass the waves, that flow out through the meadow like ripples, almost look like flames washed in the red light of sunset. The light is palpable, and his eyes flinch and his dark eyelashes quiver for the effort of seeing. This world is on fire, he thinks.

    This world is on fire.
    This world is on fire.

    They were on fire once, too. He remembers the sunlight on her skin, the way triangles of light would fall across the contours of her body and warm the flesh – how she could become a patchwork of hot and cold and how it all felt like nothing on his lips, but oh, the metaphors that he could pull from those memories now (so sharp they would cut him open).

    But it’s better this way.

    It’s better this way, he tells himself. It’s better to be lost in this nothing life thinking of fire and counting ghosts like he could count the burnt-ember stalks of grass in the meadow he wades through. It’s better to be lost, to think of fire, to count the notches and names of those he left behind until he runs out of earth left to count them with.

    It’s better this way, alone and with nothing, than to risk another soul to the pyre.
    Another moth to the flame.

    “This world is on fire,” he says, aloud, with sunlight throwing triangles of light against his back through the freckled veil of cloud covering overhead.

    This world is on fire.
    They were on fire once, too.



    barret ---

    what is life?
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    I never wanna haiku again :|



    She was once fire.
    Full of life and joyfulness
    But tears dim the fire.

    False love and false hope
    Broken promises galore
    Young eyes turn ancient

    Without banking fires,
    Cold winds smother dying flames.
    Red struggling embers.

    Fruitless struggling embers.
    Refusal to flicker out.
    Some backbone remains.

    She is a lost soul.
    Waves of grass resemble flames.
    Faded eyes unfocused.

    Wanders aimlessly.
    Unexpected collision.
    Confused eyes look up.

    Shocked recognition.
    A small gasp escapes from her.
    Wide-eyed hesitance.

    Hissing embers light.
    They were on fire once, too.
    She whispers, “Barret.”


    n o  e l l e n
    right now I feel just like a leaf on a breeze
    who knows where it's blowin', who knows where it's goin'

    picture © soyismyhomeboy
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