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eulogical, without the sensethe strongest sense of memory, they say, is smelleulogical, without the sense
It's your duty, she says. Her eyes are pleading, not commanding, and I have my own heart to break first before she ever can, so I unearth the glossed wood from its coffin and set it against my cheek, inhaling rosin, tears, memory. But it's not my time. He's lying there, so still, delineated by the cruelly gentle folds of towel and blanket, grotesquely disfigured feet peering from the lower corners. His face is sunken, and his eyes, half open, stare toward the ceiling with a stony grey silence. He sees black. I see his face and arms lined with liver spots, the collapse
by ~vanisse
before the dawnthe seventeenth step brings the black water to her door, steaming liquid shadows that shimmer imperceptibly despite the broad indoor sun at her back. its gently lapping obsidian beckons to her, whispering of midnight insanctity, of unrestrained devils' dances beneath a drowsy moon heavy and full with the blood of innocents. her nearly-tainted mind surges towards the threshold while her hands grip bone-white to gleaming wood and polished ebony. limbs lock in place, the physical battling with the psyche; she watches helplessly, motionlessly, as her angel and demon duel damnation and redemption, her thoughts so drawn that she does not hear the sbefore the dawn
by ~vanisse
musiclacing each strand of memory to a brittle straw of incensed fire, a spun thread of springwater, an ethereal fiber of sunlight. it's the sound of several harps exploding with c-4, the discord of harmonies in a fragile moment. thoughts, senses, dreams, fears, melded into a wordless world of mis/interpretation. it's a forgotten face brought to scent-life through a snatch of song, the beatings of a butterfly heart revived by the brushing of a melody. it's you, all of your faces snapped in the moment of a twisted sorrow, relieved joy, cursed anger, the sound of your hum under the sweeping powers of your fingers upon heaven and hell weaving the purmusic
by ~vanisse
bewilderedby ~vanisse
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- Current Residence: nyc
- Interests: music (violin, piano, writing), reading, poetry and prose, ultimate, bumming on the computer
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- Favourite genre of music: classical, techno, alt rock. i'm weird =\
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