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Meet Me at the StationOh, shit, they're staring. I flashed an apologetic smile and awkwardly hefted my giant suitcase into the seat by the window. My smaller, hunter-green suitcase I tucked underneath the table, resting my legs against it. My laptop bag sat in my lap, squished between my stomach and the edge of the plastic table – I have to get a new one of these. The three young adults – around my age, maybe younger, if I had to hazard a guess – turned back and continued talking amongst themselves.Meet Me at the Station by ~StarlightShadowdust
I thought people here were supposed to be really nice. But they'd just watched me clamber onto the train, tripping over myself and self-consciousl
Am DeviAm DeviAm Devi by ~StarlightShadowdust
Am descending.
Am the impossible, indispensible
Instrument at forefront,
At brink of stability. Am the champion of the
Forgotten, am the avenger to the
Lost. Am fragmenting. Am writhing in death. Am
Upright, withstanding
Typhoon of ichor & crystal & silent wheezes or proud
Smiles or roaring rustles of regret. Am
Plummeting. Was bone & sinew, winding taut. Am
Filament & flesh,
Stretching smile to greet the end, pleading absolution to the
Ones left across the expanse, sprawled &
Struggling, wondering who will safeguard them now, in the face of
Entropy. Was no one. Was the one.
Am battling a motionless corpse, s
Hold ThunderThe streets are paved glass andHold Thunder by ~StarlightShadowdust
blood. On the slick surface I tread – there
a skyscraper, and there, a ship,
and there, a soul.
They reach with outstretched hands –
save us.
But the cry is muted, ghosts
across my slick shell. I can do
nothing, because the stars are raining,
and I am pouring up, dodging bullets
of blood and bone and cloudburst.
Cloaked in whispers, my body continues its roam.
Blessed fire and burning flesh, and
the stars are raining,
spiraling,
spinning,
swaying.
They pepper the glass and gore,
but they cannot cover the gazes.
Outnumbered, You Don't Dare Make A StandOutnumbered, You Don't Dare Make A StandOutnumbered, You Don't Dare Make A Stand by ~StarlightShadowdust
Everyone has a musical ancestry. Some have The Beatles, others The Rolling Stones. Queen, Michael Jackson, KISS, Simon and Garfunkel, The Who, Elton John, Billy Joel, Duran Duran, Bruce Springsteen. Something our parents listened to, the lifeblood of our music today. Maybe it's an artist or a band we love, but squirrel it away as a guilty pleasure, or display it for everyone to see. While I was raised on many of those classic names, one in particular sticks with me: Bob Seger. "Well," said one of my high school teachers, decked out in a checkered bowtie and slacks peppered with sailboats, "of c
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