alkaline powderkeg (shorts)
you were some (sweet) juxtaposition
kevin (ze:a) + jiwon (spica) (kind of)
shiny panes of glass all around him, all over the walls.
he’s not sure if they are reflecting each other. lets the light take him away.
triangle roofs, indian clay brown. blue sky fading the tops. fog swallows the rest.
dust in this room. dust in every room. sheets on everything, his family’s sheets. welcome home, they say through closed mouths. welcome home sir.
some nights, if she’s generous, if he’s desperate, she will hold him in her arms and he can just breathe. in out in out in out until it’s effortless and unragged and unanything, just simply in out. in out.
in out. truths and lies. in out. truths: the fact that they are not in love, the fact that they are not in anything. lies: that love is out there for them, waiting on top of that needle and pin cross atop chimneys.
have fun. no moral obligation. his feet clear a black spot on a grey table.
everything creates an erratic rhythm that his ears cannot understand.
shiny panes of glass all around him, all over the walls.
he’s not sure if they are reflecting each other. him. lets the light wash him away.
drags him in. out.
legless girl facedown in this world
seungah (rainbow)
she doesn’t cry when he leaves her.
she doesn’t cry at all.
jaekyung tells her to be aggressive. life doesn’t hand you things on a gold platter, you know. you have to go get it. clichés and redundancy like that.
yeah. her eyes try to roll. i know.
she doesn’t know what it feels like, though. she doesn’t know how it feels to hurt like that, to put yourself out like that, to bare your soul to anyone and no one in particular and let them take it and possibly tear it to pieces.
smiling is emptiness. three o’clock in the morning, practicing in front of the mirror after a bathroom break.
so she doesn’t understand. nice, but nothing inside, nothing raw and real and bleeding. and that’s why no one stays.
she wonders if she should be sad about that.
you are different, you are always the same
krystal (f(x)) + daniel (dalmatian/dmtn)
she wonders if she dies now, if she matters now, if she will be cried for now.
she wonders if the risk is too great and the return too little.
you don’t say much. cigarette pressed to his lips, inhale deeply. the tobacco sticks onto the back of his throat and chokes him - she can tell even if he can’t.
tendrils float to the sky. spidery fingers reach for ringlets, too wispy, too lost, too far away to be claimed in her skin. he doesn’t say anything to this.
her head finds the desk. she tries to breathe slowly, control the heaving of her chest. it doesn’t stop for her.
closes her eyes. everyone is screaming in her head, and she is sitting there, head on desk, fitting in the flat slab of plastic, face still and dead.
the world does not understand how to shut up.
she is pressed to his lips. blocks her ears with his mittened hands.
the world drowns out, tapers into nothing, cosmos and star stuff irrelevant in the place of here, them, right now.
she takes those mittens home and wonders if he will ever want them back.
you are your own (worst enemy)
hyorin (sistar) + really old thing i never posted here
don’t forget me, don’t forget you, don’t forget, remember, remember, remember, remember this. that. the words settle into her ears like dust. unwanted. unbelonged. straying.
she scrapes them out. unneeded.
it’s hard to feel. the ice water has numbed her senseless, running over her fingers. frostbite might come. she might welcome it.
(it could be a change)
takes a breath. it might hurt. she thinks it does. she’s not entirely sure, though, since it’s hard to feel.
her arms are warm. soft. uncomfortable. she unwraps them from her sides and stretches them out. they do not reassure.
no. these are her arms.
“i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry.”
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. echoes against the walls. her ears are full of empty sentiments.
she does not accept her own apology.
a/n: i felt like drabbling + i felt like drabbling for (some of) my underrated biases. late, but happy valentine's day! love and virtual hearts to all friends! (even though this is all angst sobs) ♥
kevin (ze:a) + jiwon (spica) (kind of)
shiny panes of glass all around him, all over the walls.
he’s not sure if they are reflecting each other. lets the light take him away.
triangle roofs, indian clay brown. blue sky fading the tops. fog swallows the rest.
dust in this room. dust in every room. sheets on everything, his family’s sheets. welcome home, they say through closed mouths. welcome home sir.
some nights, if she’s generous, if he’s desperate, she will hold him in her arms and he can just breathe. in out in out in out until it’s effortless and unragged and unanything, just simply in out. in out.
in out. truths and lies. in out. truths: the fact that they are not in love, the fact that they are not in anything. lies: that love is out there for them, waiting on top of that needle and pin cross atop chimneys.
have fun. no moral obligation. his feet clear a black spot on a grey table.
everything creates an erratic rhythm that his ears cannot understand.
shiny panes of glass all around him, all over the walls.
he’s not sure if they are reflecting each other. him. lets the light wash him away.
drags him in. out.
legless girl facedown in this world
seungah (rainbow)
she doesn’t cry when he leaves her.
she doesn’t cry at all.
jaekyung tells her to be aggressive. life doesn’t hand you things on a gold platter, you know. you have to go get it. clichés and redundancy like that.
yeah. her eyes try to roll. i know.
she doesn’t know what it feels like, though. she doesn’t know how it feels to hurt like that, to put yourself out like that, to bare your soul to anyone and no one in particular and let them take it and possibly tear it to pieces.
smiling is emptiness. three o’clock in the morning, practicing in front of the mirror after a bathroom break.
so she doesn’t understand. nice, but nothing inside, nothing raw and real and bleeding. and that’s why no one stays.
she wonders if she should be sad about that.
you are different, you are always the same
krystal (f(x)) + daniel (dalmatian/dmtn)
she wonders if she dies now, if she matters now, if she will be cried for now.
she wonders if the risk is too great and the return too little.
you don’t say much. cigarette pressed to his lips, inhale deeply. the tobacco sticks onto the back of his throat and chokes him - she can tell even if he can’t.
tendrils float to the sky. spidery fingers reach for ringlets, too wispy, too lost, too far away to be claimed in her skin. he doesn’t say anything to this.
her head finds the desk. she tries to breathe slowly, control the heaving of her chest. it doesn’t stop for her.
closes her eyes. everyone is screaming in her head, and she is sitting there, head on desk, fitting in the flat slab of plastic, face still and dead.
the world does not understand how to shut up.
she is pressed to his lips. blocks her ears with his mittened hands.
the world drowns out, tapers into nothing, cosmos and star stuff irrelevant in the place of here, them, right now.
she takes those mittens home and wonders if he will ever want them back.
you are your own (worst enemy)
hyorin (sistar) + really old thing i never posted here
don’t forget me, don’t forget you, don’t forget, remember, remember, remember, remember this. that. the words settle into her ears like dust. unwanted. unbelonged. straying.
she scrapes them out. unneeded.
it’s hard to feel. the ice water has numbed her senseless, running over her fingers. frostbite might come. she might welcome it.
(it could be a change)
takes a breath. it might hurt. she thinks it does. she’s not entirely sure, though, since it’s hard to feel.
her arms are warm. soft. uncomfortable. she unwraps them from her sides and stretches them out. they do not reassure.
no. these are her arms.
“i’m sorry.”
“i’m sorry.”
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. echoes against the walls. her ears are full of empty sentiments.
she does not accept her own apology.
a/n: i felt like drabbling + i felt like drabbling for (some of) my underrated biases. late, but happy valentine's day! love and virtual hearts to all friends! (even though this is all angst sobs) ♥