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Salvation 

Endless winter, a curious mixture of ghostlike grace, the dark, and patient cold. Their clothes soaked. Shivering, she found the feeling like turning her back on god.
Salvation 

Hourglass 

I had been invited, doubtless and determined to tell untrue stories about life after death. No one felt shame for the passing of time.
Hourglass 

Reverence

After her death, I cut out her heart and keep it framed in my study. A solemn oath on her clothes, hair perfectly dangerous eyes, pools of sorrow, in an […]
Reverence

Romanticism

Named for saints, I was bearing words lovingly. I had seemed capable of killing and I was born in the glamour of crucifixion.
Romanticism

Hereditary 

I thought I should equal reason. a logical explanation but the chaos from within my blood suffered so extreme I was afraid of the nightmares.
Hereditary 

Queen

my skin prickled a fragrance, feminine and jarring, entered the room lavishly decorated with the smell of dread.
Queen

Bittersweets

the smell of gasoline and the smell of hospitals, a deep breath. she was riding, reckless; all bloody, scattering wickedly rich colors to the floor. her happiest moments.
Bittersweets

Swan Song

he watched me. I felt a pleasure and a pain. my heart beats slower and I, like other humans, live briefly, gloriously. I will live in solitude. my life with […]
Swan Song

Ardor

she left the parlor and moved to a heaven of shadows. alone in thought, the ghosts around her liked darkness. she seduced by darkness watched him through lace curtains, half […]
Ardor

Virtuoso

she doesn’t notice me surrounded by art projects. she just stares and her bones laugh like when fairies dance.
Virtuoso

Recollection

Tender and loving no one better free whispering to her of the witches; an imagination like darkness and inviting her heart of hearts with his hammer and nails to swallow […]
Recollection

Discolor

A room, a candle, a horror.. He broke free and looked back at the rare beauty of pain purple and black.
Discolor

Astray

Heat of morning, breeze light and hesitant. Trying to will her home. Down the steps, past the kitchen drinking coffee and the spiral bound notebooks she loved. 
Astray