-she will stand she will stand until it begins, again(st) the rising tide, waves breaking through her cosmic lungs, the shelter within her arms, shackles, shaking breaking, shattering into milky-way bones [memories of stars, shimmer in the back of her eyes, rods of light, dimmed, adjusted to her den, encompassing, dark] a silent, choking gasp. lean(ed) over. breath short, planets falling out of her grasp [the expansion, implosion within her bones, colouring her trail-end, glass body] she is static, movement blinking out of existence; hesitating fury within ice-

steely-eyed, iron-stomached by creativelycliche, literature

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steely-eyed, iron-stomached

a hundred pence and the burnished copper that would become it, the whisper that I heard in the silence of your absence. 'I know you in my sleep', she says, and the typewriter admits that she is right: the sun is not as bright as it was when she was a child, the tenth of a lumen that she used to twirl around each fingertip and stretch from side to side - the reality is that the sun does not recall you, but become you, and high-energy whiplash in your DNA; the crunch of old guitars that haven't stopped playing since Napoleon was king, the irony, the irony.

Grounded by WeirdAndLovely, literature

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Grounded

His arms wrapped around me warm my skin, His heartbeat vibrating against my back warms my soul. His forehead kisses quell my worries And his massaging grip dissolves my stress Love and happiness found outside his arms enhances us. My warmth spreads back through to him Our joy, giddy excitement and affection spreads In all, our web of positivity Is all grounded in his caresses And how I embrace him.

...but nobody came. by gliitchlord, literature

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...but nobody came.

one. you will wake up in the morning, when the day is fresh. you may not recall the way you fell but you will feel your flesh, slick with dew and aching. you will not see the sun conquer the horizon. it has beat you down and out, like passion's flame. two. you will shatter at the mention of remembrance. at the ankles, you will glass and crash accordingly. you were built for this, the pressure of existence. you recall that you were told you could do it all. three. night will not welcome you. you will call out to windows and thunder out desperate text. there will be times that the dark grins. its teeth are stark white. four. it will

Tranquility by HugQueen, literature

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Tranquility

Saira enjoyed winter, even more so when she was alone. It reminded her she was alive, that she wasn't just surviving. Nasim was nice company, but he had a tendency to make a string of wise-cracks about her blue hair and the weather. Goosebumps littered her skin as she inhaled deeply, looking out over the city. "Up here again?" Saira's eyes drifted across the sparse lights that managed to break through the haze. She sat for a moment longer, before glancing up at him as he put up his hood. "What do you mean again, we just finished setting up yesterday." "Shut up, I meant why are you out in the cold again. On a roof. You know, where you can

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