translucence of a bird--unholy.
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alasanonshe sees the bruises as though they have been placed on someone else--those hazy patterns of ivy and forget-me-nots and strange rippling patterns that could be something out of a dream--and forgets, for a moment, that others can see them too.
a friend, passing in the twilight, tries to express a measure of concern, for the shadows in her eyes have grown deeper these last days. she has no response, only a vague sensation that she is well enough; that there is no cause for concern. still, the lingering knowledge of the night is hungry behind her eyes. still, she moves on quickly, fearing to expose the nature of her dreams.
the wind, quiet and creeping, traces her footsteps.
aaaah-ah. there it is. i knew it would appear sooner or later. seems i had to type it. 'pologies if it seems wrong of me.
a friend, passing in the twilight, tries to express a measure of concern, for the shadows in her eyes have grown deeper these last days. she has no response, only a vague sensation that she is well enough; that there is no cause for concern. still, the lingering knowledge of the night is hungry behind her eyes. still, she moves on quickly, fearing to expose the nature of her dreams.
the wind, quiet and creeping, traces her footsteps.
aaaah-ah. there it is. i knew it would appear sooner or later. seems i had to type it. 'pologies if it seems wrong of me.
