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RevelationIt took you three months to burn a hole through my self-esteem with your acidic words. It took another three months for that hole to bind itself shut with new-found determination, one only found in the hearts of the abused.Revelation by ReneeStone
“How have you been?” you now ask, like you never burned the hole in the first place.
If only it were that simple.
But I can see through you, and I know my sanity’s highly flammable in your presence. I’m done looking back at your wavering flames. I’ve been burned too many times to count.
Here’s to that cool stream I may find one day, miles away from your forest fire.
Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.Still the Same Girl (Revised) by ReneeStone
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
BubonicHe eludes the plague I am,Bubonic by ReneeStone
Running, soaring above me in a fear-frenzied flight,
Spitting disgust on my hair, face, arms, legs.
My puss-filled fingers latch the ground below,
Face tilted to his jeering calls, reflecting overcast shadows.
My eyes water in blurred and blinding sunlight,
My voice, coarse and thick: “Come back!”
But our love’s already slit its throat.