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Clarke + Lexa (A Romeo and Juliet AU)

“What is she doing here?”

The air steals from her lungs as her eyes fall to the offender in question, her hand tightening lethally around the stem of her glass. Clarke could do nothing more than clench her jaw painfully as she watched the mortal enemy of her family’s bloodline nod and smirk smugly at a scowling passing stranger.

“I don’t know,” she seethed.

Her heart throbbed with indignant disbelief. Though she shouldn’t have bothered with dubiety at any actions rising from her, knowing quite intimately the ends to which the whole lot would stoop to make a point.

At least she seemed to be alone this time.

“Well I’m not going to stand for it. I’m going to have her removed.”

“No, Bellamy,” she said sternly, lifting a hand to the man’s chest to impede his path. “You will not cause a scene.”

“She’s doing well enough of that on her own.” His emphatic gesture drew her attention back to the interloper, feeling a spark of something dark and unbecoming at the way the woman’s eyes traveled along the bust of a party reveler’s gown.

Gritting her jaw at the blatant appreciation, Clarke drew herself up and continued decisively. “I will go speak with her and remind her that she is… not welcomed in these halls. A moment, please.“

Regally squaring her shoulders, Clarke handed her forgotten drink off to a waiter, folding her hands behind her back as she swept across the floor. She felt her stomach tighten in apprehension and annoyance as a twinkling set of green latched onto her instead as though nothing were out of the ordinary as she watched Clarke approach.

Stopping just short of barreling into the self satisfied woman, Clarke expelled an anxious breath of air through her nose as she struggled to restrain herself. “What are you doing here?”

The cheeky grin she registered before receiving a prim bow only served to raise her hackles and internal temperature just that much more.

Straightening, the woman tucked the tips of her fingers into the tight lapel of her posh looking jacket, an air of self indulgence radiating her every word.

“You know how I love a good party.”

“I don’t presume to know what you do and do not enjoy, Ms. Montague.”

Tipping slightly forward, the woman smiled devilishly. “Now, Clarke… We both know that simply is not true.”

Feeling the flush explode across the apples of her cheeks at her regret of her choice of words, Clarke’s eyes darted around to register those whose steely gazes lingered on them through the exchange. “You have to go, Lexa. They’re already unhappy with your presence here.”

“Fortunate for us all that I am not here for their enjoyment, is it not?”

“Lexa-”

“You lot can be unbearably no fun when you want to be… Very well,” she conceded airily, holding her hand up in a show of surrender. “If you say I must go, then I shall leave.”

“Tha-”

“But it will be you who must show me out… If for nothing other than to save us both a scene at the rough hands of others.”

Words dying on her tongue, Clarke floundered a moment, miffed with herself for not having seen that coming. She knew the games, the never ending battle of wit between them quite well enough by now. How she’d walked right into that checkmate of reasoning…

Eyes doing a final lap of the ballroom, Clarke nodded discreetly as she stepped forward and gripped Lexa by the arm. “Do not make this worse than it already-”

“Unhand me!” Lexa exclaimed with a smile as she very much willingly allowed herself to be dragged from the room.

Rolling her eyes deeply, Clarke realized she should’ve seen that coming too.

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“Why must you do this every time?” Clarke sighed and then moaned, hands gripping fistfuls of brunette locks as lips trailed over the swell of her breasts.

“My eyes screamed for the chance to see you in this gown, what would you have me do,” Lexa mumbled into the giving flesh. “When I spied it hanging in your chambers, I knew neither God nor the stars above could stop me from making an appearance.”

Grunting annoyedly, Clarke gently pulled the woman back up, cupping her jaw as she panted against kiss bruised lips. “You can’t keep doing these things. They’re going to hurt you one day-”

“I’d very much like to see them try,” Lexa grinned roguishly, her chin lifting defiantly as her hands continued to wander.

“Why must you tantalize them with offerings of conflict?” Clarke asked between pulls from primrose and champagne bubbled lips. “So I or you both may be caught in the crossfire? You’re perfectly content with such thoughts, Lexa?… My family, like yours,” she emphasized for what felt like the hundredth time, “have generations of hatred between them-”

“And yet I love you… With every breath of my lungs.”

Melting into the woman currently pinning her to the wall of the small drawing room, Clarke rested her forehead against her lover’s, needing a moment to clear her mind from the words and suppleness of her kiss. “… This peace, this truce… it is fragile… If they begin warring again-”

“I will side with you,” Lexa pulled back with a small serene smile. “The absolution of that you must hold within your heart, Clarke. The surety of my love and devotion… The sun will rise each morning, the tide will surge and retreat, and I will denounce the very sound of my name, rather than live a life without you.”

“You cannot say such things,” Clarke whispered with pained solemnity, hands cupping the face looking upon her in adoration. “I will not survive should anything happen to keep you from me. And they would plunge heaven and earth asunder at the very whisperings of you and me.”

“That will not happen… My heart is yours. Nothing beyond that matters.”

“Your family-”

“Is stubborn,” Lexa cut in softly, trailing fingers over the cleft of her jaw and chin. “And foolish. And blind for not seeing how beautiful the vowels and consonants the name Capulet can feel upon the tongue.”

Clarke could only fall deeper into the woman, shuddering with baited breath with each declaration, touch, and kiss.

“We will wait for our time. For when I am the head of house and crest… And when that day comes? Family name will no longer matter… As yours and mine will be the same-”

Lexa’s words cut off as their lips crashed together. Strong hands ever steadying as Clarke’s heart swelled beyond her ribs, beyond her body, at the promise and need to reciprocate in kind. She very nearly wanted to cry with it all, imagining a someday that only felt real within the safety of those arms.

And then she heard a knock.

A small gasp burst from her lips as she pulled back with a pop.

They stood frozen, staring flushed and slack jawed at each other for the longest beat of a moment. A smirk began to pull at the edges of plump lips, blue eyes flashing dangerously in warning to whatever ridiculous thought was playing through that infuriatingly gorgeous mind.

A second knock sounded, effectively kicking Clarke’s brain into action. “Go,” she whispered in a frantic rush, unceremoniously shoving Lexa toward the window. “Go, go, go.”

“Ow,” Lexa chuckled under her breath, steps stumbling across the room under urgent hands. “Here I stand dousing you in sweet nothings of devotion, and I receive naught but a boot to the backside in return.”

“You’ll receive much more to your backside if they find you locked away with me,” Clarke hissed, flipping the latch and throwing open the window. “Now go.”

“What? No farewell kiss to tide me and my aching heart over?”

“Lexa,” she grumbled, fisting a hand to the front of her velveted jacket, feeling the stiff embroidered stitching of the Montague crest that stood as a bane on her heart and happiness. She smashed their lips together for a fraction of a second, resolutely ignoring the vibrating laughter against her mouth.

“My word,” Lexa grinned when Clarke pulled away. “Contain yourself, m'lady.”

Huffing quietly, Clarke pushed her to the edge of the sill, holding one hand to steady the woman as she lifted herself over to the ground outside. “The garden should be clear of the party by now, take the rose path to the servant gate. Now, go-”

“Wait,” Lexa interrupted, hands landing on the door of the window to stop it before it could close. “… Shall I come to you tonight?”

“Lexa.”

“Honorably, of course. If only to help free you from the intricacies of your gown.”

Snorting indelicately at that blatant lie, Clarke shook her head. “My dress? I’m sure.”

“If the occasion should arise that you require my hands in other matters?” Lexa whispered into the air between them, leaning until their lips were a mere breath apart, “I would joyously be at your service… However you should need me.”

The sigh escaped her before she knew what she was doing, neck stretching forward to chase the mischievous smirk as it danced just out of her reach.

“Tonight, my love,” Lexa grinned, releasing her hands from the window and beginning to walk backwards toward the path.

Correcting herself from where she had swayed in pursuit of contact, Clarke glared at the glinting green eyes that shone brightly under the hang of the moon. “You will be the death of me.”

“Strange. Within me, you breathe only life.”

Rolling her eyes at the saccharine words, Clarke shook her head and eased the windows closed. “Goodnight, Lexa.”

“Until tonight,” she emphasized through the darkness that had already fallen, finally turning away at the edge of the small grassy patch that lined the sprawling home to take off down the path as Clarke had instructed.

As she snapped shut the latch on the folded shut window, voices filtered in from the hall to her ears. “Clarke?” came the call along with another knock before the handle turned and a head looked in. “There you are,” Bellamy breathed a disgruntled sigh of relief. “Octavia, she’s here.”

“Where have you been?” the younger Blake sibling demanded lightly as she hustled past her brother in the doorway. “We’ve been searching for ages. Why are you hiding in here? What did that wretched girl do?”

“What?” Clarke asked, feeling a slice of anger at the descriptor. “She did nothing. I asked her to leave and she did.”

“Then why the lack of answer when we first passed this room?”

“Not that you are owed an answer from me,” Clarke frowned, drawing herself up with a haughty air of elegance, “but I wished to take a moment for myself. These parties are taxing on the sensibilities as it is… An… annoyance such as that woman’s presence only adds to my distaste for it all.”

She felt sick at the words, the lies coating her mouth thicker and more acridly than normal with the ghost of soft lips and hands still fresh on her skin. She loathed the mantle of feud defined propriety she was forced to maintain. But life was what it was. And her name was unerringly Capulet, so the lies were a hideous necessity to her life, as well as the safety of the fleeing figure who commanded the very beat of her heart.

A hand softly landed on her arm, her gaze shifting up to caring brown eyes. “I’m sorry the party was ruined by her, I knew I should have stepped in myself.”

“Don’t be silly, Bellamy,” she lightly assured, patting his hand warmly before pulling away toward the door. “She is nothing I cannot handle.” Clarke’s heart tripped over that decidedly more pleasant falsehood, smiling to herself at the cunning, sharp face smirking frustratingly within her mind’s eye.

“Well, let us all forget that unpleasantness for the time being and try to enjoy the party,” Bellamy said jovially as the siblings followed shortly behind her out into the hall.

“Yes, let us enjoy what’s left of the festivities.”

“I have a feeling the night is going to turn out much more pleasurable than we’d originally anticipated.”

Clarke didn’t bother to temper her smile at the man’s offhand statement as they reentered the great hall.

‘Yes… More pleasurable indeed.’

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Chapter 13:

Into The Forest

“Get Up.”

(Get Up.)

I Rise.

Laying Upon My Posterior,

(Inconsequently Inferior.)

I Stay,

(Inquisitively,)

Here.

“What Now?

Where?

(How?)”

“Get Up!”

Vivian Resonating,

(Throughout My Conscious.)

“Get Up!”

“Vivian,”

(I Sigh,)

Siting Upon The Damp Growth,

(Beneath Me.)

“Vivian,

I Have Been Waiting For Help,”

(Peering Amongst The Dew.)

“Don’t You Get It?”

(Vivian Ringing Through,)

“There Is No One Coming,

(To Help You.)

You May,

(Dream Amongst The Bay,)

You May,

(Cower And Stay,)

You May,

(Pray And Pray…)

You May,

Beg And Plead,

(Make It All Go Away.)

The Longer You Wait,

(The Longer You Stay,)

The Further You Will Fade,

(Such Lost Dream’s Decay.)

There Is No Business For You Here,

(Yet.)

Get Up!

(Get Up.)”

I Look Out,

(Amongst The Star Dust;)

Hollering,

(Why Can’t I Just Fucking Leave?)

Wiping Mucus,

Across The Heart,

(Upon My Sleeve.)

“I Have Been Here,

(My Whole Existence.)

I Keep Attempting Adventure,

Live Beautifully,

(Draped In Sheer.)

My Body Is Mutated…

(Torqued,)

Knees Shackled,

(Oblique.)”

“You Accept,

(They Broke You?)

I Hadn’t Expected,

You’d Be So Weak.”

(Sleek,)

Slipping Down,

(W. Pitty Bend.)

This Isn’t The End.

You Have Made Promises,

(Those To Whom Your Heart Throbs:)

You’re A Woman Of Dignity,

No More,

(The Girl Who Sobs.)

I Had Thought,

Your Material Woven Graphene;

(Molded Amongst Polythene.)

Internally Intertwined,

(Carefully Taught.)

Such Vast Happenstance,

(In Life,)

How Unexplainable…

The Rain Glistening Upon The Pavement,

Producing Distinct Essence,

(Saturated Asphalt,)

Filling Space Around This…��

(The Comfort Of New Life.)

I Sit,

Gazing Upon Droplets,

Bouncing Amongst Saturated Wood.

(Boarding,)

Beneath My Feet:

(Waltzing,)

Upon The Sound Of My Winding Thoughts.

Brain Tangled,

(Saturated Un-satisfaction;)

I Cannot Contain This Drastic Thought Wandering:

(Those Darkest Areas Within My Mind…)

In Which I Desperately Attempt…

Such An Act,

Such Sweet Sensation,

(Intertwined.)

Swirling,

(Tumbling…)

Down…

Down Amongst The Deepest Facets Of My Person;

(Pulling My Current Consciousness…)

Toward This World Of Nonsense,

(Desperation.)

If Love Can Change The World…

(Move Mountains…)

Such As I Have Lead Myself To Believe…

(This Long…)

Why Must There Be Such A World,

(Surrounded And Engulfed,)

With Pain And Loneliness?

(Masked In Such Sweet Song.)

I Sat There,

Cowered,

(Shamed…)

I Cried To Him,

The Cold Response…

(Left Me Maimed.)

“My Knees Hurt,

They Crack In Pain!”

To Sit In Rain…

My Only Claim:

My Efforts,

(Draped In Shame.)

No Family Ties,

(Leaving Such Somber Name.)

Not One Drop Of Blood,

(Amongst This Chilling Rain,)

“Get Up,

(Get Up!)”

I Feel A Party Within The Mist,

The Water Vaporization,

Vibrating Simultaneously,

A Quiver:

Such,

(A Sensibly Soft Trick.)

Dancing,

Along The Brain Stem;

Dripping Amongst,

(Such Beautiful Spinal Cords,)

Ringing In Such Highs,

(And Lows,)

Synchronizing Within Beat,

(Composed Of Comfortable Foes.)

How Exciting Could It Be?

“A Party, Just For Me!”

I Couldn’t Imagine;

The Last Time I Was A Celebration.

The Last Time I Felt Calm,

Effortless Appreciation.

Extremities,

(Covered In Muck,)

Mud,

Blood,

Endless Despair:

Spread As Wild Fire,

“That’s All You Will Get, Here.

Get Up,

You Will Find Your Way,

There Is No Doubt,

Your Clarity Remain Work,

(If You Wish It Stay...)

Allow Such Beautiful Seed,

Gain Reassurance;

(Formulate Healthy Sprout.)

You Pray:

‘My Love,

Please,

Let Me Give Up.

Please Let Me Focus,

(Upon Mediocre Things….)

Leave These Wild Pipe Dreams…

Dreams Of Things,

Things Without Strings.

Let Me Fake This Desire:

(Writing To Capture Self Power.)

Give Me An Excuse To Fail,

Let Me Kill The Never-ending Tale…’

Such A Tale,

Consistent Of Dramatic Fail…

Desire To Sail…

Far,

Far Away…

So Far,

I Lose Sight Of Our Bay.

This Land Written Curse:

Tainted From False Hurst,

Crashing Our Love,

(Within Our Home,)

Extremities Buried Within That Black Sand…

Forever,

(Together,)

We Destined Upon That Land.

Surviving Tide Struck,

Bound In love,

Such Luck,

(Dressed In Despair…)

I Will Find That Ship,

Such Infamous Freedom…

(Transport Us There.)”

No One Ever Said,

“Self Fulfillment Came Easy.”

Denying Past Happenstance,

Assuringly Labeled “Sleazy.”

“Find The Rabbit,

He,

(Of All,)

Render True…

Beware The One With Yellow Eye,

His Path Will Only Trick.

Learn What You Need,

(This Naïve Mistake,)

Learn To Show Yourself…

Without Feeling “Fake”.

Divide What’s Inside,

Follow Your Guide:

Your Heart?

(Drag It Directly Toward The Tide.)

The Hymns Will Ring,

Falling Short Of Expectation…

This Is,

My Dear,

A Timeless Plot Put In Motion,

Originating Within This Situation.

Gracefully Walk Along,

Do Not Stay To Long…

Less The Prophet Cry,

(Forever Within Song.)

You Are Never Alone,

I Will Guide You,

(Along Your Way…)

It Is Time To Get Up,

My Dearest Friend…

It Is Time,

You Finally Find Your Way…

Just Get Up, TJ.”

“Stick To Your Guns”

Such Rhythm,

(Inconsequentially,)

Filling My Lungs.

I Plant My Feet Amongst The Earth,

(Knees Lock In Place,)

Childbirth Left Additional Girth,

(Gravity Pull Heavy Upon Such Case…)

Snap,

Crackle,

CRACK…

Each Buckle Beneath Me…

“Try Again TJ.”

I Took A Deep Breath Within…

Planted My Feet,

(This Time In Dedication:)

Lifting Self Upon These Toes,

Hips Shifting,

Preparation In Combat,

(Centuries Discard False Foes.)

Left Foot Slip,

Broke My Fucking Hip,

(Fuck This.)

I Fucking Cried Till The Owls Called,

“Are You Okay, TJ?”

“No….

I’m Not Fucking Okay.

Nothing Works,

I’ve Lost Prime Years To Insecurity,

The Cowardice Kind,

(The Type That Lurks…)

I Lost So Much Fucking Time,

Lost In Others Crime:

Finding Comfort Within A Cheap Dime.

I Still Entangled In Severed Strings…

A Puppet Cut Free,

(Doesn’t Cut This Pain Of Broken Things;)

So Dear To My Heart…

Harmonious Harp Hymns,

Played Amongst These Heart Strings.

This Pain Is Excruciating.”

“You Must Get Up,

Don’t You See?

The Muck Beneath You Will Devour You:

(It Preys On Weakness To Be…)

The Creatures Within Will Sleek Upon Your Mind,

Manipulating Their Pain Into False Shame,

(The Consequences Render Unkind.)

Remove These Strings,

A Tourniquet To Your Sanity…

They No Longer Control You.

You No Longer A Puppet To Be…

You Are A Soldier,

Beginning Preparation;

(Mankind’s Ultimate Combat.)

Human Kind:

(A Theoretical Wombat,)

Lacking Emotional Sensation…

You Are The Mother Reaper,

‘Tis Your Duty:

(Preserve Divine Creation.)

A Divine Species:

Divinity Does Not Discriminate,

It Is Not A Skin Tone,

It Does Not Judge Upon Culture…

(Nor Religious Background.)

It Does Not Care Where You Have Been…

It Does Not Mind Where You Are Born.

It Does Not Hate,

(You Do That Enough Yourself,)

Come,

(Make Haste.)

Heaven And Hell Are Places On Earth…

Within Cognitive Mind,

(Creative Imagination…)

Dreams Are But Determination,

(Failure But Self Sabotage…)

And The Limbo In Between…

That’s What You See…

In Corporate Cubical…

Drained Of All They’d Ever Been…

Demons Are Subconsciously Stored Memories…

(People Battling Their Own Temptations,)

Imprinted Upon An Innocent:

Death Of Perfect Creation.

Angles Are Those Whom Are Given,

Dropped To The Earth For Guidance And Care…

Angles Are Easily Converted,

Flight To Swim…

Those Whom Illuminate The Brightest…

(Are The Deepest To Dim.)

Down,

Down Below The Depths Of The Nacreous Sea:

Though Black Within A Blue Written Night…

The Pain Will Ascend,

Radiating Such Splendorous Light.

There Is No Crest Without An Equal Tide,

Newton’s Third Law:

‘For Every Action,

There Is An Equal And Opposite Reaction.

A Pair Of Forces Acting On The Two Interacting Objects;

The Size Of The Force On The First Object,

Equals The Size Of The Force On The Second Object.’

-The Physics Classroom

You See:

There Is No “Good”,

And There Is No “Evil”…

Just Duality,

Situation,

Opportunity,

Opposition,

And A Moral Sense Of Reality.

Human Is Birthed Innocent:

Experience Brings Trauma.

Trauma Is A Plague:

If Cared For In Haste,

An Innocent May Walk Away…

When Left;

Trauma Festers…

It Buries Deep Within The Psyche,

Infecting Such Sweetness To Bitterness.

Bitterness Gossips With Rage,

Rage Seduces Wrath…

Wrath Finds It’s Outlet In Many Forms:

Lust Betrays Those Whom We Rely For Trust,

Gluttony Betrays Thyself Of Proper Care From Lust,

Sloth Betrays Ones Joints Creating Lifelong Creak,

Requiring Additional Effort To Render Oneself “Sleek”.

Envy Spews As Consequence Of All Above:

(Crafting Insecurity As Dye Through An IV Titled “Love”.)

A Polished Narcissus Hath Been Born:

Drowning Within A Shallow Puddle,

Falsely Projected “Self Love,”

Masking Deadly Self Loathing…

Procuring Defense Mechanisms,

(Alluring Mental Prisons,)

Death By Suicide:

For How Could One Trust?

(It’s Easier To Become Alone,)

Entrust No Other Than One’s Self…

A Word So Profound:

How Could One Become So Lonely?

(Are You Found Amongst Thy Self?)

You Cannot Be Taken For Captive,

You Are Guarded Above All Else…

Couldn’t You Become Happier?

Endure A Divine Test?

Don’t Misjudge Yourself.

(Take Heed,)

One Mustn’t Underestimate Greed…

Greed Is The Python You Capture And Take Pet;

It Services You,

(All The Finest One Could Bet…)

A Beautiful Soul Can Easily Infect…

While Sleeping One Evening:

(A Venomous Bite To The Chest…)

The Antidote Does Not Exist,

(How Does One Turn Back On Currency?)

Providing Such Sensual Security…

Can Humility Claim?

The Divinity Of A Soul,

Greed-Written In Shame?

Actions Guided…

(Such Malicious Profitable Gain:)

Such Claim,

A Last Desperate String Remain…

(A Lifelong Petty Game.)

Divine Species Rely Upon Light.

They Are Kind,

(Generous,)

Full Hearted.

They Are Wise,

(Logically Inclined,)

Pestered By Simplicity Of Mediocrity.

Their Goals Are Equally Funded,

(Selfless Motives For Selfish Dreams,)

Guided By Morality.

Divinity Is Not A Birth Right,

(Instead,)

A Never Ending Wager…

(Tug Of War,)

Amongst Determination,

(Against Self Sabotage,)

A Journey For Salvation:

Painful Rebirth In Camouflage.

You Must Become Relentless,

Render Judgment Senseless…

For If You Can Find Your Way,

(Within This Lost Forest…)

You Can Capture Your Bay,

(No Longer Just Tourist.)

No One Will Give It To You,

(They Will Always Turn Their Back…)

No One Will Believe In You,

(Lest They Find Proof In Which They Lack…)

Do Not Be Fooled By Their False Praise,

Just Ask The Onesler:

(His Blood Stricken Within Greed-Written Gaze.)

I Must Be Going,

(I Shall See You Inside…)

It Is Time Now To Get Up,

Your Future Arrive.”

The Air Became Silent,

(A Void,)

Where Her Soft Somber Rang Clear:

I Wipe The Mud From Upon My Face,

Muster To Secrete One Final Tear.

“I Must Become Relentless…”

This Slither Of Sound Slip Between My Lip,

A Little White Box Emerge From Within The Muck;

Labeled,

“Tools To Mend Shackled Knees And Broken Hip.”

A Drill Conjoining Industrial Size Screws…

“…Fuck.”

Four In Each Knee…

A Large One For The Hip…

I Bite Down Upon My Book’s Wooden Lip.

Teeth Marks Emboss,

Blood Spatter,

(Un-saturated Ground Loss…)

One,

Two,

Three,

Four…

One Knee Down,

(Endure Your Pain Some More,)

Reap The Befits…

(Creation Of Lore.)

Five,

Six,

Seven,

Eight…

These Indestructible Joints Won’t Faint,

(Repercussions: Stagnant Sloth Takes Lead On This Shore.)

Just One More Screw…

(The Largest Of Them All:)

My Hands Tremble,

(Quiver…)

The Pain But Only A Few Lonely Seconds Tall.

A New Tool Appeared Within This Little Box,

Written In Invisible Ink,

“You Must Cauterize Your Wounds,

Till The Screws Illuminate Red Pink,

Procuring Your Flesh To Sizzle And Stink.”

Filling The Space Where My Drill Previously Lie…

Now Lay A Diathermy Instrument,

(Awaiting My Thigh.)

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK…

FUCK!!!!!”

“Yes,

Yes Now…

Now You May Enter This Forest Of Fears,

Tears,

Soaked,

(Such Blood Thirsty Cloak.)

A Legend Of Mirrors,

(All Lined In A Row…)

Can You Dodge Such Foe?

Tuck And Hide,

You’ll Never See Pride…

When The Octo-Cyprus Take Your Hide…

Don’t Be Mad,

It’s Only A Land Of Physics…

It’s The Same Sea,

(As You See Through Me:)

When The Classics,

Turned Out,

(Druggie Basics.)

The Saddest Situation?

Your One In A Million,

Living On A Planet:

(Of 7.53 Billion.)

Which In Conclusion:

Your Basic Even If You Are Special…

Your Now One In Seven Thousand,

Five-Hundred,

Thirty.

(Improbable To Comparing Structural Sturdy;)

Not One Single Who,

(Left To Shit Not One Single Clue,)

When You’re Just Pushing Thirty,

Why You Should Matter Enough…

(Continuation Of Existence, Too.)

It Starts Real Low,

You See?

The People Who Depend On Me,

(Those Same To Believe Within Me.)

I Have Come To Mark My Respects,

(I’m Not The One Making It Out Of This Mess.)

I Could Come With Stride,

Dip My Feet Within These Shallow Puddles,

(Ink. Dipped Within Pride,)

I Can’t Help But Digress,

(This Beauty Within Such Stress.)

Next Step?

Defeating All The Bets,

Becoming One In Seven Thousand,

Five Hundred,

Thirty.

I Have Ever Only Loved You, TJ…

(A One In A Million’s Chance:)

I Must Run Off Now,

This Music Lures A Lustful Dance…

I Will See You Amongst The Creatures Of The Forest,

We Shall Reconvene Inside,

(Preferably By Full Moon’s Chance.)”

Once More,

My Fingers Linger Along My Lore:

Oiled Wood,

(Lining These Finger Prints.)

Hesitating Upon Thought…

Just One Last Time…

I Flip To Her Scribbled Heart,

(Distinct From The Rest.)

She Was Smart,

So Very Cunning…

(To Be Honest:

Radiantly Stunning.)

She Could Gather a Crowd,

In A Flick Of Her Wrist,

A Supernatural Charm;

Her Strides Atop The List.

She Was A Scrappy Survivor,

Occurred Delicately,

(Behind Soft Fist.)

(I Have Been Avoiding This.)

A Drunk…

Surviving Each Day:

Account For Loneliness,

Disregard,

(Hate…)

Behind A Forty…

Or A Wine Box For Taste…

Drinking Cheap Tequila From A Sippy-cup…

(Depression Holds A Sloppy Face.)

“Vivian,

I Don’t Wish For You To Leave:

They Will Mock Me,

Wearing Your Heart Upon My Sleeve…

You Are My Armor…

I’m Afraid To Drown,

(Within That Harbor.)”

“TJ,

You Do Not Get To Make These Choices.

This Was Always Determined,

Less You Wish,

Forever In Love With Imaginary Voices.

This Option Is Not Meant For You,

You Will Walk With Substantial Stride:

Sprouting Healthy Seed Amongst Your Tide.

You Will Not Need Me Upon This Shore…

Go,

Finish Our Lore.”

Her Silence Rang Loud Upon My Eardrums…

Her Lore Fills My Head,

Masked Within A Crashing Shore:

Tattered-Rag Bound Conundrums…

I Line My Fingers Amongst The Rag,

(Sequential To Jade’s Torment In Lag.)

I Know,

(That Of Which,)

I Do Not Wish To Read,

Afraid Others Shall Mislead…

In A World Of Lonely Substantial Sand,

Through The Forest,

My Dreams Can Foot,

(Given Energy To Stand.)

“Look,

Look Out Amongst The Mist:

Can You Hear?

(These Creatures Are Sin-kissed.)

Do Not Stop,

(Nor Stare;)

Less This Muck Devour You,

(Drag You Deep Within The Infirmary Lair.)

They Will Eat Your Mind,

(Savor You Alive…)

You Must Spark A Deal,

(I Know This Produces Coward And Cringe…)

But She Will Protect You,

(After He Take Me Away From Here.)

I Cannot Survive,

I’m Covered Within Envious,

(Lustful Hide.)

The Octo-Cyprus Will Come,

(Rides To Pay My Toll.)

Only Then,

Shall Your Contracted Soul,

Be Reciprocated:

Your Payment In Full.”

Her Words Begin To Swirl And Flutter Before My Eyes,

Lining A Clear Path,

(My Insignificance Cannot Hide.)

In Capturing That Menial Energy,

Captivation Of “Impossible” Dreams...

My Tools Set Aside,

(Succumb To Sink Within This Muck.)

Pulling My Weight,

My Knees Kick In Lock…

A Broken Hip:

(Given Zero Clearance,)

Desiring Significant Failure To Mock.

I Stand In Strength,

One Foot,

Before Another…

(Each Step Gaining Length.)

The Leaves Crunch,

(Each Branch Concerns Break.)

The Impact Of These Feet Carry Fragility…

I Shatter In Trepidation Of Which Become Near:

Marching Into The Forest,

Salvation Is Quite,

(Finally,)

Here.

Into The Forest, We Go…

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