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ImaginaryThroughout the years, he had waited for her.
At first, he had been a mere idea lurking in the back of her consciousness. With every blow that life threw at her, every passer-by that imprinted upon her mind, he had grown stronger. After ages of being built up by strife, he had become an entity in his own right, until at last he had become real enough to speak. He whispered countless words in her ear, watching over her day after day in an all-but-silent vigil. His creator was young then, and too innocent to think of him as anything but a friend that others could not see. Her mind accepted him immediately as a mother accepts their child, no matter how deformed. For ages, he counted the smiles he brought to her face. As she grew, their conversations grew fewer and farther apart. Still he refused to accept the fact that, just maybe, he was losing her. He watched her grow into a young woman in agonized silence. She had grown more beautiful than he had ever imagined, stronger in mind and spir
TantalumNothing could stop the roses from blooming. It had not rained in years, yet still they thrived. The petals shone in the harsh light, their vibrant colors a testament to their will to survive. Their roots clung bravely to the dry, cracked earth, forcing nutrients from the soil with grim determination. A stream of water poured onto the struggling plants, and their leaves seemed to tremble in joy. The roots sucked up even the smallest droplet before it could sink into the ground, and still the slightly-drooping leaves seemed to demand more. A gloved hand lifted one of them, holding it as a small child holds a glass figurine. To the man on the other end of the hand, the leaf was more valuable than all the porcelain in a china shop, and he was the door holding back the bull that would mean death for it all. The leaf itself showed no signs of the devastation all around it; simply a lack of nourishment. It was released, and a twisted metal visage turned to the sky. The light was orange as a N
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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