11PM-Literature

moving up, moving on [supposedly] your mind running around the inside of your head and scribbling on the walls, skull-coated with lipstick and red crayonand eyes like ice and malicious personified renaissance-art hands turned evil, fists and palms thumbs in your larynx, arms around your neck a chokeholdgirl, [such a strange word, that. context is everything] lost, factuality behind layers of tracing-paper time usefulness gonebut left a sense of panic, the heart pounding its fists against sternumprison ribs, fists and feet, a bloodflow like adrenaline fear breathingand it's not all love and chains, ladies in spandex / leather; it's a word i...

lower than low, they say; the shallow dregs of stale air at the bottom of the barrel swirling, listlesslysome girl with some problems: the same problems, different iterations every time.teetering on the edge of a great cliff, the cliche accidental swan- dive they're always talking about [reichenbach.]&the little rocks are all falling, making sounds like your teeth on a cold day clinking and tinkling decomposing, i'd bet, broken, full of fillings.it's impossible, sometimes, to draw oneself up and out of worlds so ugly and seductive-destructivefix it with duct tape, these things won't hold together long, see. i'm not: a repairman, the world'...

there's this fly circling my bedroom, this massive green-chromed thing like the world's smallest space-ship.i've been counting and every four minutes thirty seconds it dive-bombs my head, strafing airplanes and helicopter drug-raid spots through boarded-up cracks & it's all in my head, headlights and streetlights and not drug- raids at all.i'm a demon, he said, a speed demon. i'm not, i said, and i don't think we're going to get along.i'm more of a mosquito than a housefly or a blowfly, that forensic larval life cycle [determine time of death, police setting sequences of events]i'm a mosquito, needle fingers & red-streaked arms.there's thi...

eva was a lonely girl, a derivative. the sweet white curve of a rib wanderinga lonely girl.eva was engulfed in a great white wave of ennui, the urge to do something. eva planted a garden lonely girl.eva's trees grew tall and strong, shelter and source of life, disallowed forever.a friend in a tree, limber and waiting limbs like silk and words like serum [an anaesthetic honey on candied apples.]a friend, forbidden.eva was a lonely girl.

A/N: Harry Potter fic. Contains scenes of abuse. This story does not follow the books' story-line much, if at all. I'm sorry for the short chapters; I hope to start making them longer once I can get into the groove and get a big plot going. Bear with me. Dark circles had long formed underneath the dulled, glossy turquoise eyes of the young boy. He slowly, painfully, sits up in his creaky bed, hearing the springs snap and strain beneath him. A low rasp of a whimper escapes from the back of his throat. Head pounding, Harry attempts to stand. Instead, he only succeeds in stumbling backwards before falling painfully onto his bed again.The welt...

Away From Home - Chapter One. (Harry Potter Fanfiction) Read Artist Comments for Story Description. Warning; contains abuse. Nothing sexual, though. Harsh, ragged breaths escape from pale, chapped lips. Almost over. This forsaken summer was almost over, and the young wizard could escape this Hell-hole that was supposed to be his 'house'. The white, dusty walls of the cupboard in which he resides seem to drive him insane, and his bony hands tremble. How many more days? He wasn't sure. The Dursleys had left him locked in there while they were out on vacation, left with only a few slices of bread and half of a glass of water. That meal was s...

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