Kiss in the Dark
Title: Kiss in the Dark
Main Story: Cryptomancy
Flavors: Pumpkin Pie #1: ghost; Candy Apple #4: Mouth; Pistachio #15: A Kiss
Toppings, Extras: Rainbow Sprinkles (Bug's POV); A Cherry on Top (In the style of T.S. Eliot)
Word Count: 255
Rating: PG
Summary: This is very abstract, but I was trying to write something from Bug's perspective.
Notes: This is probably going to only make sense in hindsight, but for now it is just an experiment in...well, just an experiment, really. The Mouth and Kiss prompts probably don't seem as obvious to anyone that's not me. Also I doubt I'll be able to finish pumpkin pie by the end of the month since I'm only just starting it but what the hell, right? :)
Kiss in the Dark
The many ghosts of Merry-Chase
Fragment, wailing, in this deep, dark place.
I know them all by name and face.
I could tell you all their stories fine
Or show you where their dreams meet mine;
I haven’t found them there in years;
I haven’t found them there in years;
But let us not talk of faces past, or whether
The Lady burns them in the fireplace,
Or buries them amongst the heather;
I feel my days are numbered here.
Your ghost is something I have known;
How real it is, to be alone.
For breakfast I will eat their ashes.
You will have your pudding, and
Tell me all manner of falsehoods. I can
Smell the lie on your breath, in your sweat;
The innocence that pools in the cracked cobbles;
The innocence that pours from your forked tongue;
I didn’t think to ask if you had heard my stomach growling;
I have eaten too much death, here;
I will wash myself from inside out.
The rain that scratches up against the windows of my room;
Is singing us to sleep, arm in arm and tongue in mouth,
There will be songs sung beneath your dreams
And I will find you, heart and all
Beneath the broken archways, between the copper walls;
There will be rain, there will be songs, there will be you and me and her;
And we will feed the crows, and walk backward up the stair.
Your ghost is something I have known;
How real it is, to be alone.
Main Story: Cryptomancy
Flavors: Pumpkin Pie #1: ghost; Candy Apple #4: Mouth; Pistachio #15: A Kiss
Toppings, Extras: Rainbow Sprinkles (Bug's POV); A Cherry on Top (In the style of T.S. Eliot)
Word Count: 255
Rating: PG
Summary: This is very abstract, but I was trying to write something from Bug's perspective.
Notes: This is probably going to only make sense in hindsight, but for now it is just an experiment in...well, just an experiment, really. The Mouth and Kiss prompts probably don't seem as obvious to anyone that's not me. Also I doubt I'll be able to finish pumpkin pie by the end of the month since I'm only just starting it but what the hell, right? :)
Kiss in the Dark
The many ghosts of Merry-Chase
Fragment, wailing, in this deep, dark place.
I know them all by name and face.
I could tell you all their stories fine
Or show you where their dreams meet mine;
I haven’t found them there in years;
I haven’t found them there in years;
But let us not talk of faces past, or whether
The Lady burns them in the fireplace,
Or buries them amongst the heather;
I feel my days are numbered here.
Your ghost is something I have known;
How real it is, to be alone.
For breakfast I will eat their ashes.
You will have your pudding, and
Tell me all manner of falsehoods. I can
Smell the lie on your breath, in your sweat;
The innocence that pools in the cracked cobbles;
The innocence that pours from your forked tongue;
I didn’t think to ask if you had heard my stomach growling;
I have eaten too much death, here;
I will wash myself from inside out.
The rain that scratches up against the windows of my room;
Is singing us to sleep, arm in arm and tongue in mouth,
There will be songs sung beneath your dreams
And I will find you, heart and all
Beneath the broken archways, between the copper walls;
There will be rain, there will be songs, there will be you and me and her;
And we will feed the crows, and walk backward up the stair.
Your ghost is something I have known;
How real it is, to be alone.