I know the hallowed halls of your realm as if I have walked them myself. In the bedroom which is your battlefield, I watch you wage war between silk sheets; in the bathroom which is your ninth circle, I watch you speak prophecies through blood. In the apartment which is your palace and your tomb, I watch you dance through death and resurrection and death again. These places are the temple in which I was raised as your acolyte to bear silent witness to the private agonies of gods. Like your every word and breath, so I memorize and immortalize the places which have shaped your tale – the alley where blood and rainwater mix on cold cement, the roof where you dare the wind to pull you off the ledge. In the city which is your essence, the city from which you cast a thousand thousand shadows, the city where you live and die the unending cycle, I watch and I write.
Complex and mystical… I’m really not sure I understand the bathroom part
I think my biggest writing flaw (next to overusing alliteration!) is being too obscure for my own good…. :)
On Sat, May 6, 2017 at 10:48 AM, Only Fragments wrote:
Haha! Everyone has their charming flaws x)
Oh I love this. I love this a lot. I can feel what you’re saying, I see it through my minds eye, casting myself and some people I know as the characters.
Thank you so much!! :)
On Sat, Jul 22, 2017 at 2:40 PM, Only Fragments wrote: