your brother was
once a wolf
whimsically
shredding skin
to shape
your smile
while some small
scurrying creature
spoke of hearts
and borrowed imagination
(before burrowing
to safety)
you
you were a deer
in the face of hunters
your widened eyes
once breathed
salt & smoke
til insides released
like birds
from someones ceiling
while long-eared lapin
confused & laughing
applauding an almost empty room
(should have) exclaimed
"dont do the bleeding
for the both of us!"
you
you were a ghost
making jokes about demise
your years
once collected & described
became a lifetime
still
change was never promised
to the both of us
while Im the same
sorry rabbit
shivering
in the tall grass
(eyes aglow
with admiration)
you
you are a bear













Comments
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This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
But it tugs at me, like a memory I used to know.
Brilliant.
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. . . I'm a train wreck of awesome . . .
i am done hibernating
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Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
It feels kind of seperate from you though. It doesn't really seem the same. I dont know how to describe it.
Either way, whatever you write is gorgeous no matter what form it may be in
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"Where the Spirit does not Work with the Hand there is No Art" -Da Vinci
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
thanks
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
it's easily one of my favorite things
I've ever scribbled
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
thanks
xo!
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one half of *ZombiesAteUs
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