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That She Might RememberClose your eyes and count to three. Not right now, obviously, but as soon as you finish reading this close your eyes and slowly count to three. Now, when I say “slowly”, I don’t mean a little slower than you naturally would, I mean slowly. s l o w l y. Painfully, hopelessly, regretfully slow. Count so slowly that when you finally get to three you’ve forgotten why you were counting in the first place. Oh, and don’t worry, you’ll find out what the counting is for soon. Eventually. Whenever I decide to tell you. For now, just know that when you finishThat She Might Remember
by ~mrmcpheezy
Somehow, UnnoticedI sometimes wonder what you would look likeSomehow, Unnoticed
sitting again in the willow up the street.
Would you climb down, as you did,
with your hand full of leaves?
I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder.
Sometimes I wander past the place that we met
and think to myself “I wonder what this
would look like now if she were here with me”.
It’s the beautiful struggle between the past
and what’s left of what I remember.
I still vaguely remember your footsteps
as you came into my room.
The delicate sound of your feet hitting the floor.
I remember the door as you shut it silentl
by ~mrmcpheezy
The Man That Cannot ExistHe sits alone on the edge of his bed, the pressure of faint sunlight against his chest and fingertips.The Man That Cannot Exist
He remembers the strength of his father: the gentle power of his voice, the delicate intensity of his hands, the forgiving perfection in his eyes.
He had always been his father’s son.
He weeps without tears, and mourns without pain.
He remembers the strength of his father.
He sits -
the weight of a gun pres
by ~mrmcpheezy
Slow Rain.I lie between sheets with gentle lips, careful thighs, and delicate fingertips; shrouded with the comfort of slow rain against darkened windows.Slow Rain.
Passion - candle-lit and flickering.
Anticipation - swallowed in a deep crimson.
Lust - breathing down my neck.
Fire.
Your flame forms and then moves, stretching through rooms across halls and up walls--
It calls.
Loudly it speaks and lying silent in bed, clinging to sheets,
I become weak.
Calmly participat
by ~mrmcpheezy
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