lackidaisical } monster party
Feb 6, 2016 4:05:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 4:05:31 GMT -5
LYSETTE GREY
RAISE YOUR ARMS THE HIGHEST YOU CAN
(Celia Mortuus)
The world screamed itself to sleep as I etched the name into yellow margins; I never cared to ask for his, honestly. We were little monsters with paper crowns and we held pinkies while hunting for friends and I broke back into my own house through the broken window lock and then it was fine.
I smiled writing between tea stains.
Momma's hand was in mine as we walked home and I slept in her bed because she was the only thing bigger than reaping and the night's silence. We were happy, and we still are I guess, the two of us after the biggest monster became Mortuus and it felt estrange to be human. To become aware of my own humanity, my hands in each other as he and his sisters screamed - Mortuus.
Once upon a time, my father knew them, I think.
I held my mother's hands to the grandparent, and she hands me an orange before I walk to the unlocked window and I hug her. She goes back to the living room and I drop from the window towards the justice building, orange in hand and yellow paper in the other, rain boots clunky as I walk.
Morning air cracking against my skin and the margins are empty; we're okay, I think. The justice building cold and still and I've never been in it before. Every nook and cranny and old man's bible written in each margin I could find, but it's dead inside, the air's still. "Hey, uh" Mortuus, I find the smallest one and the biggest monster, "I brought an uh, orange."
The world screamed itself to sleep as I etched the name into yellow margins; I never cared to ask for his, honestly. We were little monsters with paper crowns and we held pinkies while hunting for friends and I broke back into my own house through the broken window lock and then it was fine.
I smiled writing between tea stains.
Momma's hand was in mine as we walked home and I slept in her bed because she was the only thing bigger than reaping and the night's silence. We were happy, and we still are I guess, the two of us after the biggest monster became Mortuus and it felt estrange to be human. To become aware of my own humanity, my hands in each other as he and his sisters screamed - Mortuus.
Once upon a time, my father knew them, I think.
I held my mother's hands to the grandparent, and she hands me an orange before I walk to the unlocked window and I hug her. She goes back to the living room and I drop from the window towards the justice building, orange in hand and yellow paper in the other, rain boots clunky as I walk.
Morning air cracking against my skin and the margins are empty; we're okay, I think. The justice building cold and still and I've never been in it before. Every nook and cranny and old man's bible written in each margin I could find, but it's dead inside, the air's still. "Hey, uh" Mortuus, I find the smallest one and the biggest monster, "I brought an uh, orange."
SO THE WHOLE UNIVERSE WILL GLOW
