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HomesickThey say home is where your heart is.
Right now I wonder
if that means I am away from home,
lost on the road
between here and there,
or that I am
A Heroic Fool-John and Vriska Terezi snickered, a grin of triumph on her face, "I'm blind, so I have no need for coin tosses." She faced her old flarping partner, the coin they had just flipped had granted her freedom. Vriska however, knew very well there was no intention of her walking free. Keeping this hidden, she turned and began to walk away. "I get to go free," she said, a hint of malice in her voice. As she continued to walk, Terezi raised her cane letting its blade grow longer. Vriska walked towards the edge of the platform, preparing to fly as Terezi lunged towards her sward outstretched aiming at her back. Despite her lack of eyesight, her speed and dexterity were astonishing.
"I knew you wouldn't let me go," Terezi snickered "It's our destiny since our wriggling that this would happen." She stopped dead in her tracks awaiting the blades plunging into her back. It was a fitting end for someone
Ollie was beneath a raincoat-yellow fountain. It was spurting water in all directions like a liquid umbrella. His hair was pasted to his forehead, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of bright blue swim trousers with sharks on them. He loved sharks. That was why, his mother always explained, he liked to bare his teeth savagely in pictures, so much that his eyes seemed to be devoured by his cheeks.
There were bleachers because of the kids taking lessons. Gerald seated himself on the top and watched Ollie raise his palm up to feel the water. He stretched so freely, like soft taffy being pulled. His ribs shown lightly through his healthy peach skin.
Ollie didn't like the actual pool, though. Even the shallow end was too much. He didn't know how to swim and of course Gerald could not teach him, having forgotten himself. Ollie was content enough with the whirly-gig fountains and the artificial shore of the wave-pool. It was supposed to look like sand. Ollie probably thought that all sand
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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