I ask you questions about life and death and you never answer, but when you seem like you are going to morning blooms in your eyes like a thousand knives, and so I walk away. I remember when you never cared to answer my questions, and I don't know when that changed; but sometimes I can feel those knives in my lungs, so my heart stops beating
for a few seconds.
You pull me outside on cloudy days so that the morphine coated wind can make me fall asleep in your arms, because then I don't ask questions or walk away from you. I hold onto you with everything I can and blood runs down your chest from my dull nails; and I can see rain in your eyes
and taste evening on your lips.
I can see your wings on your back and when I go to touch them they dissolve in my fingers like melted candy. I cry from their loss but you promise me with helium filled lies that they'll come back, and I can see the words floating to Heaven. My hands are sticky and you kiss them with dirty lips so that they'll become clean again; but even if I told you how I felt you wouldn't make me clean by
reciprocating my feelings.
Your wings do come back but I don't try to touch them again, because then I'd fall to pieces. Broken shards of the vase I just knocked over cut into my soul and you do nothing to put it back together. You are pulling promises from my elbows and wishes from my knees and your kisses
are laced with tangerines.
I wake up to doctors this time and I ask where you have gone, but everyone is more worried about how I feel. No one will answer but the words 'coma' and 'four months' filter through tired ears. I cry cyanide tears because no one knows where-or even who-you are; I'm all alone again. And the horizon that you use to tell me you'd take me to see
has never looked so far away.
I tell my sister all about you and she listens patiently with a smile on her face, but I can't help to feel as if she doesn't believe me. I look outside at night because my legs actually work again, and I see the moon but everything else has disappeared. If I close my eyes I can still see your onyx hair and jaded blue eyes, and
the stars that resided within them.
No one believes me. So I yell and kick and scream until my sister shows up and soothes me with sick, sticky promises and helium lies that don't float but burst like bubbles. No one understands and they say it was all just a dream, but I can still taste tangerines on my lips and
smell peppermints when I think of you.
Author notes
This was hard to do without a prompt, but I used some words that my friend suggested and made a paragraph with each word in it. Seven words total, so seven paragraphs. Enjoy!
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Wow.
All of these images completely floored me.
I love your vocabulary - it created an excellent piece.
Also, the way you created your paragraphs proved to be quite a unique style.
I very much enjoyed this write.
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Thank-you, Im glad you liked it! (: That makes me happy.
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wonderful!
I love it! The imagery that you used was phenominal! I absolutely love this one.
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Yay.
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thank you for updating with your name, i can understand writing gets all consuming.
i thought it'd be fun to have a contest without a prompt, and i'm sorry it was difficult. if you don't mind, i'd like to know the seven words that you turned into something beautiful.
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Its ok. It is your contest, afterall. I've just gotten so use to contests with prompts that I forgot that mostly you have to make your own.
I used(in order of paragraph):
Morning
Evening
Reciprocate
Tangerine
Horizon
Star
Peppermint
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i just need your name in the author notes, then i will be back to read and review. thank you.
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Sorry, I get so caught up in writing I forget some things.
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