The Tempest or Emissions by ClamShellHeart, literature
Literature
The Tempest or Emissions
By virtue of it's cracks and broken pieces
the pavement is a sponge.
It grapples the water and sewage,
and yawns to absorb the bodies as they fall.
The highways are like the strings
connecting pulleys and cogs amongst the cities.
Or perhaps they are the vampric veins
moving stolen blood between the organs of a massive creature.
Unseeing and archaic,
it thinks in the darkness underground.
The back roads are its fingers
stretching slowly around the countryside.
We claim creation
from the palm of its hand.
Shoot Me Up Into The Sky by BunnyFroofroo, literature
Literature
Shoot Me Up Into The Sky
Shoot me up into the sky and rid me of all that's dark,
This towering asylum is not the place I want to be.
Weave my fingers through the dreams that glow soft light.
The future is all that I can taste and all that I can bear to see.
Keep telling me that I will be cured of the sickness,
But I'm not sick is what they don't know about my mind.
Feign helplessness for a glimpse of what's outside.
Lick the floors in hope of a better taste in the walls where I'm confined.
Shoot me up into the sky and shred all that's dark,
This place of evil and horror is not where I wish to live.
I propose a deal and if you like it you will set me free,
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