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i don't think about water-logged pearls anymore. only of the sea-foam that is buried under my fingernails. how long does it take to scrape away sordid words, wasted lies-
how long does it take to rid yourself of choked catharsis concealed in oceans of unknown?
( he found me wearing my pearl necklace last week.
i told him it reminded me of all the times i almost
drowned.
he told me i shouldn't think about such sad things. )
ii.
i don't think about busted ribcages anymore. only of the hollow echoing of hummingbirds in their last years. when can you convince yourself that-
when can you tell someone that you love them without worry they will leave afterward?
( he found me counting my ribs last week.
i told him i was checking for the cracks left by too
many perching birds.
he told me i shouldn't be so paranoid. )
iii.
i don't think about the winter anymore. only of the color white and its vague way of telling us the truth. why do we leave footprints to follow-
why do we leave a trace of ourselves in the snow if we don't want to be followed?
( he found me making snow angels last week.
i told him it was the only way i could find to fly
away.
he told me not to leave.
not yet. )
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iv.
“ i think we should run, run, run, run. “
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Title:
" lost thoughts "
Prompt:
{ i don't think about ____ anymore. }
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Number thirteen in my collab project with . She's the best to my good.
And why do I keep saying the number in my artist's comments? It's a little redundant, I suppose.
Anyway, the quote is from Daughter's " Run ".
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( Man! I didn't even get this half as spiteful. *snaps finger* )
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Ohhhmg! Where I live, snow is such a rare occurrance that for some reason all imagery of winter has a huge impact. Wonderfully written!