gabbysilang: (put flight to my blindness)
nicasiosilang ([personal profile] gabbysilang) wrote in [personal profile] whynot 2011-07-26 11:14 pm (UTC)

OH

OH

OH MY SKELETON SHUDDERING OUT OF SYNCH WITH MY BODY OH THE FEELINGS OH MY FEELINGS SO FUCKING STRONG.

Can I can I I just want to take a moment to talk about word choice and character nuance and onomonopia.

swells
tap-tap-taps
cool-eyed collaborators
palms
six stitches
His tenor is embarrassingly clear
task
Claire can't think of a lie.
(Easter)
serene in the midst of deathly miasma
the bones at their most vital
Come play my bones
ink stripes leaking up to the sky
skin is a map
the heart is not the point
it is never meant to hold
The voice sounds like slow petrification.
she is the moon that has snagged on the tree branches of his limbs
clangs
temporal
quickens
curls
tamps
the heart is a temporary thing
testing out this new reality
click-clack


YOU. YOU. YOU. YOUR HORRIFIC TALENT YOUR TYRANNICAL TEMPO I CANNOT EVEN I CANNOT. This was more than worth the wait. This is worth its weight in the bones of the dead animals Claire kept in a dry dug-out in the side of a ravine, arranged in some arcane pattern. Jesus, jesus, what you did with this is unreal.

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