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I look on with pestilence hidden beneath a thin veil of civility, far too thin to hide such vastness and it cracks, the shards of my visage crumble beneath your unbecoming joy and you are affront with an ocean, a sea of unvarnished wanting. You're adrift in my rapids and the sky cries pitifully for you and the winds whisper apologies but do not trust either. The sky wants only to drown you and the winds are not worthy of your trust. Poseidon beckons to you and I volley curses like his tridents Which I'll never touch. I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness with optimism I look on with pestilence hiding an opaque sorrow I will not m

Her fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends. Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?” No response comes. Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move. "What more do you want from me?" Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor. She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path. Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut. She would be with her friends again soon or

Blake was the first to turn her attention to the doorway as Ruby’s footsteps reached her ears. She set her mug aside and rose, she could tell her friend was running and by the sound of her footfalls the woman knew something wasn’t right. Weiss and Ren watched her curiously as she left her chair and went to the door only to have Ruby appear around the corner a few seconds later. At first Weiss wanted to scold the younger woman for not getting dressed before leaving her room but she stopped herself as she noticed the look on her face and the cut on her cheek. “What’s going on?” Blake asked her as Ruby’s brea

Summer heat clenches her shame, Sunlight aches her whole body, She has it in her pocket. Sweat runs like an itch for her name, It shakes her awake to the same shame. Planted health helps her Bask in the heat, melting. Day skies weep to keep Her head sick and quick. Butterflies live in her stomach, Minding her forced life. Butterflies live in her stomach, Eating her alive. She hopes this is the last time. She wants to breathe in sea-salt, Waiting for water to waste her, Weighs her down as she walks. But she makes it chlorine's fault, Maybe she'll sleep faster in this salt. Drenched air stains her pale As she steps down, choking.