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I step into the golden shadows,
Shuffle over this dusty wooden floor,
And catch from the corner of my eye,
A sight of sore remembrance;
There, in that oval-ed mirror,
There is a maiden with her hair aside.
Her eyes are darkened,
Ebony streaks bleed from her bones,
Lips paler than the most tired bleached rose.
Her breath shaking from the winter's bite,
Her skin prickled with anticipation,
I am naught but a husk,
Barely standing from fatigue,
How strange and dead I do appear,
In these golden shadows.
Shuffle over this dusty wooden floor,
And catch from the corner of my eye,
A sight of sore remembrance;
There, in that oval-ed mirror,
There is a maiden with her hair aside.
Her eyes are darkened,
Ebony streaks bleed from her bones,
Lips paler than the most tired bleached rose.
Her breath shaking from the winter's bite,
Her skin prickled with anticipation,
I am naught but a husk,
Barely standing from fatigue,
How strange and dead I do appear,
In these golden shadows.
Literature
Therian
How long has it been since I was alive?
Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly.
I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
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Being
Being a girl
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Literature
Not Ashamed
Bare-armed in school
Fresh cuts and scars exposed
I don't care anymore,
If anyone else does, fuck them
It's my life
They don't know the stories
They'll never understand
So they can think what they want
The looks in the hallways
The whispering
I don't care
Want to know why?
Because today I'm being brave
I'm not hiding like a coward
You can stare at the cuts
That wrap my wrists
But every single one means something to me
Feel free to judge
Because I never really cared
What any of you think of me.
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