swing on the chandelier / puppy
May 9, 2015 6:16:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 6:16:00 GMT -5
Samael Razier
.:and i'm gonna swing from the chandelier, chandelier:.
The chocolate maiden had not met anyone this week, not a single living thing, unless one counts the fat, flying insects that invaded her hovel. Such was the consequences of the oncoming of spring, but soon there would be delicate, vibrant flowers and plump, succulent fruits for the people to be entertained with. Unfortunately, District 8 was a rather southern area, and the slight humidity was visible, tainting the faded windows of her abode. And there was the silence. Hardly anything was welcome in her domain, and Sam only snuck out to sell her knitted goods and to purchase food and water. It was a modest, but isolated life, but Sam was rather solitary anyways. A warble of an early songbird wriggled under her silence, and Sam looked up from her swishing crochet needles, swish, click, and managed to drag herself to the translucent window.
Early morning didn't necessarily agree with the solitary nymph, but today she felt a strange pull to the outdoor world, and with a jerk of her hand, the door opened, and a piercing cacophony ensued.
(but sam, you promised to oil us yesterday)
Broken promises, wounded lies. She winced but let the door open father. Screech.
(but sam, but sam, but sam)
The moist but cool dawn air kissed her skin as she crouched to sit on the first step of her porch. Another squeak, like the whole house was an elderly being and it's joints were fallen into mangled disrepair. The street ahead of her eyes was vacant, a lonely squirrel skittering around the road, as if saying mine, mine, mine! She couldn't suppress a bemused grin at the rodent, the bushy tail bobbing up and down like a condescending hand. She wished that she could say, even scream the same thing, someday. Mine, mine mine! She could imagine streams of gold coins escaping through her fingers, mountains of silver and precious stones. Resting her chin on a hand, she stared at the frenzied squirrel, now jumping in an electrified dance. This is all mine!
.:and i'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, doesn't exist:.
