An Ode To My RegretAfter Olivia Gatwood

An Ode to My Regret After Olivia Gatwood 

You wilting white lily blooming fresh in my lungs,  pity driven traveler hiking desert with no trail, I could  describe you forever as a ghost, I could learn  the name of every trip and tear of you,  but I know you my sodden heart, my fingers  scratched angry and raw from your sandpaper, are more than they pin you as, because what are you if not a recognition,  that maybe we had something good once,  like when you tumbled head first off the back of Eli’s bike and afterwards  with tears in your eyes, you smiled  and told me that it felt like flying, crimson trickled down your legs and stained the thick cream carpet but the next summer  your skin had budded and opened into a rose of a scar,  you are born from an ending,  I would never have been ready for, you sucker punch  intruder, gentle fingers picking all the locks,  taking everything and leaving only flowers, this house is full to bursting with your scent, now, when I look at my reflection you look back at me, scarlet lips and pointed teeth,  your bite would teach anyone to bleed, I only forgive you  in the soft dusk, you set my body down gently,  and I dissolve, when I wake I will find myself again in the deep blue of your eyes

Another fic for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: shattered. As always with my first person pieces thanks to @phoebe-delia for the amazing advice, you can find their post on how to write in first person here

I am not totally whole yet but I am the next best thing.

By the next best thing, I mean that I am alive and I am drunk and I cannot even feel pain as I watch the bright red blood drip down my knuckles and pool on the wooden table. 

Draco is beside me. I watch as he tips a shot back past glistening lips. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

I want to reach out and touch him but I’m worried that someone will watch the red stains of my fingers press against his opalescent skin and tell me that I am staining everything. 

I am always staining everything. 

When people ask how I am doing I want to say 

i think i will spend the rest of my life in a flinch. on the edge of a precipice. counting all the almosts and shivering in the silent air where your name echoes like a gunshot.

I love this! Makes me think of The Life of The Party by Olivia Gatwood who is another amazing poet that everyone should check out :)

The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: honey. This is just a small lil snippet of fic I thought of this morning while waiting for my class to start! 

Theo passes them piles of pancakes and they dig in in silence. The sunlight shining through the gossamer curtains blooms across Draco’s hair making it shimmer in the gentle warmth of the kitchen. Harry breathes in and he can smell his shower gel on Draco’s skin mingled with the sweet spring breeze. When Ginny makes a joke he laughs. There; his mouth open, his head thrown back, a bit of honey smeared across his cheek, he looks so carefree. It leaves Harry a little squirmy, a little terrified. Maybe his fate was decided a long time ago. 

Aww omg these lines are so cute! Excited to read this piece when you finish it 💕

Last Lines WIP Meme

Thank you so much to @lqtraintracks, @steampunkserpent27, and @ravena-wrote for the tags! This is a WIP for a prompt I got in November quite a while back that I've been writing slowly over the last few weeks lol. I just don't really know where I want it to go? I like what I put down and I don't want to change it but I also don't know what should happen next 😂 Anyway enjoy:

But I can't help but grin indulgently at him, my irritation fading at his open mirth toward his own joke.

Tagging @ronbinary, @isamijoo, @geesenoises and anyone else who wants to join in! 💛