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Happy Valentine's day"So before I go to bed tonight I've got two things I want to say..."
"What are they?"
"Well, the first is happy valentine's day."
"What's the other?"
"I want my heart back."
The Pass OnI've been sittin' around this house for way to long,
My hairs a mess, the foods all gone.
My mind is lost, my heart it aches,
And in my mouth a bitter taste.
Of rotting flesh,
Of brittle bone,
Of iron blood, tinged with chrome.
My body's just a fucking wreck,
With everything out of check.
My lips no longer can form words,
'Cause vocal chords are filled with worms.
My lungs turned black with all my lies,
Like smoke they caused cancer,
That spread to my eyes,
Too blind to see through all their cries.
My stomach gashed with all my ties,
Of family left so far behind.
With intestines tied in pretty bows,
My legs are nothing more than stone.
Too heavy to lift, too stiff to bend,
My feet are crumbling into sand.
The sun comes up to start one last day,
My eyes they blink and legs give way,
My lungs release the air in one final scream,
I catch my self, I start to breathe.
I run a hand through my hair,
my stomach growls,
I start to stare,
My pantries stocked, never bare,
I sigh and comb my tangl
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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