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He looked down. A child. A girl. She looked perhaps seven or eight. He watched her for a second, before he allowed a small smile to appear on his lips. "What is it, child?"
She looked up at him, her brown eyes big and innocent. He briefly thought of his own childhood days, when he had roamed wild and free. Oh, what he would give to be back in those times. What he would give to switch places with the small child before him.
But he was a lawyer now. And lawyers never have time to be wild and free. Lawyers have to take care of other people's problems. Lawyers never had time to take care of their own problems. Oh, it was a sad, bleak, never-ending world of laws and courts and bills and bickering people and "justice" that he lived in.
During the time he had been thinking, the girl had not changed her expression. He slowly became unnerved by her eyes, those eyes that seemed to pierce through him and see his deepest secrets and thoughts. He wondered what she was doing, what she was
I need something to draw today.
I need more Nico and Noc in my gallery.
I should probably put something fully colored in there too.
I want to draw cats...
Oh look, April Fool's event on dA. Draw something cat related? And you'll get a badge or something?
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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