Post by vivien monet on Apr 20, 2018 15:21:52 GMT
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the first time you got kidnapped by aliens, your mother believed you. she whispered with you the next day in quiet tones about the experience, about how you’d ended up in the yard in the middle of the night with no recollection of waking up and going there yourself. she spoke of worlds far away from her bed, machines beeping softly.
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the smell of antiseptic.
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doing homework amidst the sound of a respirator.
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life with a dying mother was strikingly normal in your eyes, but mama didn’t like the way you hung around mom so much. momma often shooed you from the room, “let your mother rest,” as she sat by the window and held a pale hand. they were soulmates (my god they were soulmates,) you could tell, it was so clear on their faces. married blessed by the laws with compatible star signs you dreamed of a happiness so pure yet wanting.
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you dreamed of the stars.
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but when the stars started to speak to you, you became afraid. momma didn’t believe you but mom did, even when she got worse she listened to you. when she passed, things got the worst they’d ever been. you fell into a rut, stopped sleeping because you’d find yourself in weird places every time you woke up. it interrupted a lot, so you got put on a slew of potions meant to make you grow out of this weird little stint.
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you pretended they worked, just to stop feeling like such a zombie.
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momma tried her hardest to understand, she really did, but you got worse with each passing day. you found things that interested you, hobbies that you liked to do and working with machines was one of those things. while it didn’t seem much of a viable job option, joining a coven and making money that way surely was. leviathan seemed the most likely to believe you, where maybe you could research more into the menace that was slowly destroying your life.
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for now you think you’re safe, but you tend to keep eyes to the sky as the uncertainty churns in your stomach.
the first time you got kidnapped by aliens, your mother believed you. she whispered with you the next day in quiet tones about the experience, about how you’d ended up in the yard in the middle of the night with no recollection of waking up and going there yourself. she spoke of worlds far away from her bed, machines beeping softly.
[break][break]
the smell of antiseptic.
[break][break]
doing homework amidst the sound of a respirator.
[break][break]
life with a dying mother was strikingly normal in your eyes, but mama didn’t like the way you hung around mom so much. momma often shooed you from the room, “let your mother rest,” as she sat by the window and held a pale hand. they were soulmates (my god they were soulmates,) you could tell, it was so clear on their faces. married blessed by the laws with compatible star signs you dreamed of a happiness so pure yet wanting.
[break][break]
you dreamed of the stars.
[break][break]
but when the stars started to speak to you, you became afraid. momma didn’t believe you but mom did, even when she got worse she listened to you. when she passed, things got the worst they’d ever been. you fell into a rut, stopped sleeping because you’d find yourself in weird places every time you woke up. it interrupted a lot, so you got put on a slew of potions meant to make you grow out of this weird little stint.
[break][break]
you pretended they worked, just to stop feeling like such a zombie.
[break][break]
momma tried her hardest to understand, she really did, but you got worse with each passing day. you found things that interested you, hobbies that you liked to do and working with machines was one of those things. while it didn’t seem much of a viable job option, joining a coven and making money that way surely was. leviathan seemed the most likely to believe you, where maybe you could research more into the menace that was slowly destroying your life.
[break][break]
for now you think you’re safe, but you tend to keep eyes to the sky as the uncertainty churns in your stomach.
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