Some writing.

Hello, all.

I know I'm really awful at updating but I've been so incredibly busy.

Not like anyone cares much, but I'm up to alot.

1. School, in general.

2. Art Bash proposal/installation

3. Best friend visiting for a week

4. Making time for someone

It ain't easy, kiddies!

I hope everyone is doing well.

Okay, so here is some writing I did a couple of weeks ago, please feel free to tell me what you think.

The musk of the room was unbearable. Corpses, being dissected by human hands 

Serving as mediators between the living and the dead

In plunges a hand, into the groin of another

Fingers writhing creepily, yearning for the next stroke

Out bursts the gloved hand covered in muck ever so suddenly

Stroking her hair, he wonders what happened

This precious human, so cold but once was warm

Cascading down to her eyelids, he wonders what she once saw through those eyes,

The horrors, the beauty.

Lacking his normally aggressive touch, he thrusts

Where her heart once was, holding it

Wanting to squeeze as to burst every vessel, he resists.

Though her eyes are firmly shut, he felt her piercing stare like daggers

Why her?

With hesitation and much frustration,

He closed her tomb

Causing his whole body to shudder

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Oh you, little pain

You send shock-waves through me

Why that spot?

My thumb has done no harm to you!

Pound, pound, pound you go, as if for eternity

Like a child screaming louder and louder at each cry

Do you need to tell me something?

Am I full of sparks?

You are the most electric of them all

There you are again, my little electron filled friend

Just tell me, tell me

Burst through my flesh and whisper to me what it is you need to say

Your persistence is admirable, 

Your presence displeasing,

Can you please just stop teasing?

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I wanted to be you.

I wanted to be your friend.

I wanted your life.

You taught me how to dress.

You taught me how to act.

I wanted your adventures.

I wanted your mysteries.

I wanted your dramas.

California, Sydney, Paris

I wanted it all.

Just like a book, my memory withers with age.

I tried desperately to be you.

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