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( bandom )


( &; bandom ficlets )


( batman )


( original writing )

you tell me i'm not really human because i only ever laugh in silhouettes and often there's no sound, just air like i'm gasping, like i'm drowning, like there's nothing left but shadows in my lungs and they're dancing and they're dancing and oh look how they dance... and i say you're not really human because you only ever laugh in block colours and sometimes i dream i'm inside of you and you are full of people and all these people are colours and all these colours are red and blue and yellow but everyone's too afraid to meet and greet and, green, who? i'm too afraid, we're constantly too afraid, because there's no structure in this and sometimes i am nothing but the looks you give me until i keep existing as you're laughing in colours that refuse to exist and i keep existing until i'm laughing in people which are people with nothing but contours and somehow, somehow, you are there and you are fabricated from something that refuses to live inside of me and somehow, somehow, we are human once more

his smile is all the contours of an equator
trembling
a little self conscious; see, here, he is all instinct
no demeanor nor poise

see, here, this is the world in him
he laughs so wide i think i can see his
core

inner and outer

they are a little self conscious, too,
in the way that they are exposed when i skitter my fingers
among the hollows of his curves
ribs
neck
like spiders, running, dancing, skating
as the ground shakes beneath their scurrying legs
laughter erupting through his ribcage

and his inner and outer cores

they are a little scared, too,
see, they are so central
they are necessary when they crave contingence


necessary is such a raw need, a passion,
we are nothing without our passions.

necessary is the passion for the earthquakes, the bones shaking and rattling
in his world
when my equator aligns against his

they are saying, darling, you've become positively romantic, at the time in your life when you despise the only romance you possess.

and i say, yes, darling, that's what makes it so darn charming.


500 something words perhaps. or almost.


( that sophie sure has lost the ability to write plots )

for apparently my feelings are fucking transparent. let's runaway, you and i.

there was a silver tree.
(because i like my brightest diamond and her lyrics). 450 words of whatever i felt like writing.

( down by a river wide, that's where we would go )