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The coffee table is chipped and dry. Sunlight trickles in through the balcony window. It's open, how she likes it. The air easy this morning. Halfhearted, listless, undemanding.

She lifts her hand to scratch the back of her head and I think of her movements as I so often do, machine-like. Unnaturally perfect. Her bun comes undone. Velvet cerise hair cascades about her shoulders. It reminds me of blood, like it always does. She looks blankly at the ground, bites her lip. I watch her, as she does everything as if she is not doing them. I stare, and she hates it but does not say anything. She seems trapped in her automation. Yes, I just look at her and she just looks outside.

She is not wearing any pants and I am absent a shirt. The sunlight tickles my chest a little bit. I can hear the birds singing. Maybe crying. Or maybe they are just being animals, she'd probably say. I can't help but think that she and I are the same. Silent, but maybe singing. Looking, but maybe crying. Disgusting, prepossessing, or maybe just being animals.
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This is about vampires.
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We are the trees
searching for forests.
we do not belong in this life
of sky scraper ambitions
puncturing our skin.
can we live
can we live to be okay
when winter finds us here.

we are the leaves
touching down on skylines
waiting to die,
waiting to be revived
with our ashes and our dreams
that scatter at the very touch
of the wind
and it scents us with purpose.

where are we going?
which way do we belong?
who can we become, this cold wind whispers
you are what you adore,
now make your own love
and find it
you spat
dirt on me,
thinking I was a derisory
seed. but I was more
than that. I was star,
waiting to blossom into a galaxy.
let them bully you
your time will come, not theirs
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:iconmehrmeer:
mehrmeer Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Thank you, Jordan!
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thetaoofchaos Featured By Owner 4 days ago   Writer
I appreciate the interest.  
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TheStoyTeller Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
the pleasure is mine!
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Ysvyri Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you!
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TheStoyTeller Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
no problem!
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