| i live here now [link] i only post titania on here so i can have easy access to them so i can rearrange them. i am also still active so i can look at artwork and such. please do not waste my time by saying 'hey! thanks for the fave' because nine times out of ten, i'm not going to reply. thank you. and if you're reading this, yeah, you know who you are. please know that i have grown as a writer and i am no longer bound by the love we once shared. i have started over and i am in therapy now. just wanted to say thanks for sharing eight months with me. it really meant a lot, and i've decided i don't hate you. (i tried to convince myself i did, weird, i know) i'm the emotional wreck that fucked us up anyway. haha. have a nice life, i'll try to stay out of it as best as i can. think about me once in a while, the emotional wreck you once were associated with. [link] |
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by ~OneLove94
titania 12Joon.titania 12
You’re a shallow juniper bud. One that makes the air quiver. A vignette full of theatrical references.
I was the singing telegram, the one with the laser car wash cancer. A puddle of congealed human spit on a boardwalk.
Pelicans picking at the remnants of a home.
We were consummating our marriage underneath a bridge. The tourniquet on your finger was gold.
A reminder of what was good and what will forever be buried underneath a garden of lilies.
I hold these days of chemistry close to my heart. Bunsen burners scalding m
by ~OneLove94
titania 11Thomas.titania 11
I became a human sacrifice, playing guitar on boardwalks. Men had Mayan sweat running down their cheeks, fingers tied together with moonbeams. They talked of quiet parties and the dilapidated suits that their closets held.
The pavement was wet with acid rain and a black Mercedes rode towards me, kicking up dirt that tasted like clay and the remains of an armadillo.
He pulled up, brown eyes out like a weapon. Staring me down like a lion. I flinched a little bit as his claws dug into my elephant hide.
He had to shave under his lower lip, his mane was
by ~OneLove94
titania 10Susan.titania 10
I remember when he moved back to Wyoming.
He bred fearlessness on a boardwalk that summer.
it played the uke, and goddamn was it good.
I was its mother, my breast milk made out of dust and gin. Hummingbird feathers and the tremor of an abused puppy.
He was the child of October. The spawn of something more human than you or I.
My title became ‘whatsername’ and I was adored by the homeless.
The fucking savior of their race. I was the Jesus of the damned and the bearer of children who toyed with orbital velocity a
by ~OneLove94
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