I'LL WEAVE YOUR NAMES INTO MY RIBCAGE,</style> lock your hearts inside my chest.</style> Sorrow gave way to alert tension as I here the steps of an approach. I lift my head up high once more, ropes straining to lift such a weight against a heavy heart, my hard face taking to curious lines as I turn to see one of my generals. I smile meekly, unable to greet him in a manner that would be acceptable on other days. My blue eyes linger on the gold markings surrounding his eyes before they sinking into the abyss of brightly colored irises. I could see a question posed on his lips before he even opens his mouth, and I sigh inwardly. Still, I hold up my sagging shoulders with willpower born of a stubborn child. Glancing at him carefully, making sure not to reveal my inward thoughts through my eyes even while balancing a delicate layer of attention to his words. I WILL GIVE YOUR HEART A PLACE TO REST AFTER EVERYTHING YOU HAD HAS TURNED AND LEFT.</style> |
Tearing sutures out to make the anguish last. [Midas]
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Tearing sutures out to make the anguish last. [Midas] - by Kri - 11-22-2012, 09:54 PM
RE: Tearing sutures out to make the anguish last. [Midas] - by Midas - 11-22-2012, 11:52 PM
RE: Tearing sutures out to make the anguish last. [Midas] - by Kri - 11-30-2012, 10:05 PM
RE: Tearing sutures out to make the anguish last. [Midas] - by Midas - 12-02-2012, 04:02 PM
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