Gemini: Reborn
Disclaimer: I own nothing in any way, shape, or form.
W/C & Warnings: 144; none really, other than my typically dark retelling of the Winchesters' lives
Poem: This is the tale of Castor and Pollux, retold, remade, and modernized.
--
You know this country back and forth
through and through
almost as if the dotted whit lines
splitting the roads
were scars-zig-zagging, drunk and dazed-
down your chest
and trailing so faintly across your thighs.
Let’s take a ride
we’ll drive into the sunset.
You’re nothing but
worn leather and hard edges,
Come take me out
for a spin, baby boy.
and your voice is
the rumble of an engine.
He could break if he so chose;
his glass insides
are barely protected by his soft, loving exterior.
When moved quickly
-from the west coast to the east-
he falls apart
and silence is what glues him together again.
I’m just a monster;
I destroy everything I touch.
He’s nothing but
dimpled cheeks and baby smiles,
Follow me out back
and put me down, please.
and his voice is
the shattering of glass.
W/C & Warnings: 144; none really, other than my typically dark retelling of the Winchesters' lives
Poem: This is the tale of Castor and Pollux, retold, remade, and modernized.
--
You know this country back and forth
through and through
almost as if the dotted whit lines
splitting the roads
were scars-zig-zagging, drunk and dazed-
down your chest
and trailing so faintly across your thighs.
Let’s take a ride
we’ll drive into the sunset.
You’re nothing but
worn leather and hard edges,
Come take me out
for a spin, baby boy.
and your voice is
the rumble of an engine.
He could break if he so chose;
his glass insides
are barely protected by his soft, loving exterior.
When moved quickly
-from the west coast to the east-
he falls apart
and silence is what glues him together again.
I’m just a monster;
I destroy everything I touch.
He’s nothing but
dimpled cheeks and baby smiles,
Follow me out back
and put me down, please.
and his voice is
the shattering of glass.