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Azalea Advertiser 2,114 POSTS last seen May 18, 2024 12:04:33 GMT -5	viola ruined { five } fin. rewrite Apr 10, 2016 7:03:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Azalea on Apr 10, 2016 7:03:00 GMT -5 VIOLA RUINED DISTRICT FIVE SIXTEEN
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Post by Azalea on Apr 10, 2016 8:09:13 GMT -5

VIOLA RUINED

Roses, lilies, pansies - none of them can withstand what I can. I often wonder if it'd be simpler to life the life they do: to live and to die with the changing seasons, kissing goodbye the world as it fades into the cracking plains we call home. No one cares enough to remember them, and no one makes an effort to change that fact. Countless journeys to and fro a crumbling grave; I'm the only flower which has been able to withstand grief's hurricane of pure emotion.

It's raw and gritty, it slips between your teeth and leaves a rotten taste in your mouth. There's no colour to it, either. Not that I can sense. It's all just bleak, a metallic wasteland, a scale of black to white and chalk to coal. Emotion is the fire which burns the bridges I'd built to connect myself to the present, and so I find myself falling in reverse, retracing my steps to cement my being in the past.

Untying the done, desperately trying to clean the slate of all wrong.

And so, endless wishes to forget become the moments I regret most.

Spurred on by the grim realisation of reality's ignorance: they’ll want to forget her. They’ll want me to forget her. But I can’t. I won’t. This is my titanium promise to her, now, after all this time.

And despite her hand-me-down dress tearing at the seams when I try to slip it on, and the once untouched bed she lay is now disturbed by the cat - I force myself to remember what it was like. Bliss: a heaven on Earth made so by the presence of a human demon, stuck in the thick of an eternal battle against right and wrong, against frailty and strength. A feigned hostility against us was defence she needed to breathe, something I couldn't see in life. But in death, this was changed.

Thick smog was lifted, I spun in the non-existence of rumour and was finally awake.

Phantom girl arisen, daunting footsteps took me to an estranged reflection in which I found a stranger in the glass. Dull eyes, dull hair—I am fully eclipsed by my sister, yet I do not flinch in the darkness or withdraw myself from the shadow as I hide my emotion under lock and key. Wilting like flowers placed at the foot of her grave, dry skeletal fingers are the roots to a greying tree.

This forest doesn't feel like home any more. It's fallen to the warriors invaded, time and worry have taken our ground in one fell swoop. We're ruined, by name and by nature. A glance at Nova and I'm reminded of Pixie, and everything different despite being bound by blood; a shot of Eve and I see a mirror of my petite frame but all else is obscured by a poison mist which forces me to run.

I run to Wolf; I see my mother's light and my father's dark—I see treachery and treason and heartbreak—something we all have in common.

Because now, there is no room for worshippers or the holy. A once childish naivety has been replaced with a realistic approach to life. No curtain to hide the hurt, no blurs to ease the ache. I sit among the crows and make love to the sky with a body composed of despair and debris, and simply gaze over life, as rotten as it is, knowing my place is not with them.

I find myself in the night's melodies, spreading my wings to the beat like a bird set free.

I fly between the winds and the rain, taking an onslaught of pain and beauty from the elements. Coldness is what strikes me first. It crawls between the cracks of my skin and flows through the valleys like a river of brutality. Simplistic in all honesty; simplistic like a bruise to the head which sees a kingdom fall from a fake grace.

Cold hands, cold heart with holes through which black blood flows.

And I deny any claims of being a bitch. It's not that, it's so much more. Deeper than treasure at the sea bed; I've been through things, I've seen things, I've been there, I've done it and I've bought the raggedy t-shirt.

Dirt on my blouses and grass stains on my trousers; yet I wear these pieces with pride. My protection, my walls to prevent the tide coming in and adding salt to my wounds.

An essence of familiarity, but still fading nevertheless.

These roots wilt slightly with the ground's toxicity caused by naive weeping. A bowing head and a weakening grip are the only signs I show along with reservation. More fragile than a glass ballerina that would shatter if it were to feel one breath—I am like wind-chimes in a tropical gale.

Failing to press cheek to cheek, too scared to see eye to eye.

Yet comfort is found in the forest floor. I count the remaining petals of a frayed yesteryear. The seasons were harsh on our name; two found themselves caught in the limbo with no escape, and so were pulled into non-existence by Death. All that remains are scarred echoes of voices and places and moments we shared, dawn to dust and start to end.

Hollow eyes watched as it happened. Helplessness was first and apathy came second.

Endlessly looping back to square one: the only flower which has been able to withstand grief's hurricane of pure emotion.

But there's a drought in my heart, and hope has finally run dry.

Last Edit: Apr 27, 2016 13:07:04 GMT -5 by Azalea

Azalea Advertiser 2,114 POSTS last seen May 18, 2024 12:04:33 GMT -5	viola ruined { five } fin. rewrite Apr 27, 2016 13:11:55 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Azalea on Apr 27, 2016 13:11:55 GMT -5 finally finished, I hope! x

ghosty Mentor 2,134 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Dec 5, 2022 12:52:02 GMT -5	viola ruined { five } fin. rewrite Apr 27, 2016 14:36:34 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ghosty on Apr 27, 2016 14:36:34 GMT -5 that, aza, is fucking breathtaking <3