days
to remember
the cling i used
to keep You
permeating my
generic pulse.
Your imprint
on my limbs
should have spoken
more syllables
than i heard--
but then,
i was always so good
at binding You
to sunday morning service
and late-night
pill-prayers.
consuming fire:
shatter me into
dully colored sea-glass
to wash up
on other closed shores.
(You speak loud
as a broken whisper
from the girl
who's lost her voice
to screaming--
still i've tied open ears
to dying trees
pulling towards
drowning moons--
You show me screens
of plated gold
and tarnished silver
and all i do is beg--)
to be honest
the sky is always higher
and the sun
is never dim.
but You ask
if i'm happy,
and i only
know of sometimes.
Author notes
prompt:
of onetreehill.
Peyton:
"Are you happy".
Pause.
Brooke:
"sometimes."
based off the song consuming fire, as well. i no this doesnt really fit well, and i had to cram to even get this written in time. but i'll cahnge it eventually i think... make it better, we'll see. its hard for me to think straight, to be honest... 
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You
permeating my
generic pulse.
-'generic pulse', I love that bit. Honestly, that is excellent.
Your imprint
on my limbs
should have spoken
more syllables
than i heard--
-Oh just pain these words upon my eyes and call it love.
FIT'S oh, so well. This is so, so, so,, well written! I cannot come up with anything else but that statement, for it is just the truth.
FINALIST.
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... a tv/movie convo.
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