Sister Dear For the time being we have sat in locked rooms, windowless and shameful.Sister Dear by ~LokiSuku
I hear you in there, bashing into things, lamps crack and glass breaks.
I touch the wall solemnly, mouth forming into incoherent words.
I imagine that you can hear me too, although my anger is something quiet and inward, and I imagine that you are trying to make a door.
The sounds have stopped, and I imagine that all of the broken finery is whirling about you; a white contrast to your dark skin. I haven't taken my hand off the wall, that breathes as we breathe and feels as we feel. It drips wet with tears unshed and laughs unheard with words not said.
I
beat
at
What's Left It's a burn, it's this constant ache...What's Left by ~EmSefall
I feel it in my heart, most pronounced,
but it's begun to seep into my shoulders.
I can feel it winding its way deep inside,
making me yearn and fall again and again,
as if there were anything left to fall for.
But you place your fingers beneath my chin,
lifting my head so my eyes meet yours.
(they're blue, blue as a deep spring well
beneath dark summer trees)
You can almost hear my thoughts, I see that
in your face.
"There is much left to fall for,
would that it would allow you to fall at all."
I try to shake my head, but your hands
are against my face, one thumb caressing
Not Impressed 
i might actually make a few more attempts at drawing now. just for the hell of it?
Sta.sh
