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Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 7Chapter 7 - You Are My Sunshine.
I was laying on top of Andy, our hips pressed together and I had one knee on each side of his body, crouched slightly over his slim figure. His slid his hands over the small lump of my ass, warmly trainilg them down to my thighs and the inside of my legs. I reached down and took his hands and gently pinning them above his head, leaning forward and kissing his neck, sucking a loose patch of skin till it left a small pink hickey then drew my tongue up from the spot and up to his plump, light pink lips. He kissed back in ecstasy, letting out a soft moan before slipping his tongue between my teeth. In return I opened my mouth further, letting him in.
"I love you so much." he murmured against my lips.
"I love you more." I replied...
Suddenly I was just back to laying on my side, facing the wall. Next to me I felt Andy shift, he was still sound asleep. I sighed softly, rolling over and looking longingly at him.
"Why did I have to wake u
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 6Chapter 6 - Night.
A couple months later.
"Get back here!"
I ran blindly through my house, stumbling over rugs and other shit thrown throughout my house. Pete chased me, waving his belt over his head and screaming at me. Among the footsteps I could hear my mom screaming at Pete to leave me alone.
I knocked over the kitchen chairs, blocking his path, only to be cornered between the table and the kitchen sink. I hopped from foot to foot, going one way then the other, trying to confuse him.
In the back of my mind I remembered Ashley telling me to "haul ass" over to his house if Pete went after me again. I planned on doing that, I knew this neighborhood inside and out. Every crack in the sidewalk every path behind the houses every tree was carved into my memory like hieroglyphs. As I swayed I maped what passage I'd take to Ashley's.
I dove sideways and Pete ran at me. I dropped under the table, crawling as fast as I can and ran to the door, unlatching it and swinging it open;
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 5Chapter 5 - Hair Dye, My Pretty Kitty.
You're sure about this?"
Andy and I stood in front of the mirror in my tiny bathroom area, his hair completely clean and surprisingly waver then the ocean. A box of black hair dye sat on the sink, its contents out and in Andy's gloved hands. He ran a free hand through his dirty blonde hair. He turned his head left then right, studying his natural color as he'd been doing for the past 5 minuets.
"Yeah..." he said, poking at the jawline-long blonde hair.
I was only here to help him with the back of his head. Otherwise he could do this all himself.
In the few months we'd known eachother Andy and I had become best friends. We liked the same music, style, our sense of humor clashed but we still laughed our asses off at eachother. Andy still had that sad puppy twinge to him, just as he had when I first met him. I've been trying my best to make him happy.
Once when I found him crying near the Git-N-Go gas station. He just sat at the back of the building
Our Razorblade Symphony - Chapter 4Chapter 4 - We got our nicknames.
It was raining like crazy by the time I had left Ashley's house, making my still-warm shirt cold and wet again. I turned down Ashley's offer for an umbrella since Pete would probably break it if he decides to have a rage fit again.
I kept my head down and my bag over my neck and head as I ran up the winding street. I stepped nimbly over all the dents and cracks in the sidewalk, since more then once I've mapped them out in my head when trying to run away. I was always caught though.
So many times had Pete pissed me off to the point of packing what few valuables I had and climbing out during the night, running down the street in almost complete darkness and trying to find the shelter. In the process, usually the police found me or my mom did. I could never tell the police why I'd run away, my mom knew right away and just told me to get in the car. She'd sneak me in.
My house was just in sight when I tripped on my shoelace and dived head-first into a pudd
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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