You will be missed.


Something Beautiful.Icy stairways cave aside, piling empty glasses on top of themselves. Tears shed but they forget to swallow.Something Beautiful.
Water and bone stone the cold shelves until they crack. They recall happier memories before their vision melts away.
A friend shields the light and their sight arrives in time for them to reminisce one last instant about when they dismantled some


what the rain really meanssometimes, she says, my heart justwhat the rain really means
hurts.
she leans over and clutches her ribcage in all the wrong places. the bones handle her fingers like drawing straws, searching for the longest.
her pupils are like ladybugs, drowning on a leaf; she is edible and she bites her lip, searching for a taste, a cling. a necklace on a wire on a chain attempts to strangle her and she lays it on the nightstand when
he fucks her, suicide forgone for something
better.
if your heart is a
doorway to somewhere
d

and, I still adore your galleries.
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~Vegas
Just don't expect a lot of submissions yet. My writing's still not much, and even when it is, I rarely submit the prose. Once I get the new camera, though, we can see how things go.
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Don't listen to me.
I'll get around to submitting it.
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Don't listen to me.
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Don't listen to me.
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