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aye, cap'n I still walk by our elementary schoolaye, cap'n by necropoetus
early in the morning, when the pavement glistens
with fresh rain - pools of clouds like mirrors
on the ground
abandoned playground, rusts.
If I look closer, there's a chance I might catch
a glimpse of your smile.
Maybe the treasure map we buried
in grandma's backyard
leads to you
now that you're gone.
Build-A-BoyPut him together limb by limbBuild-A-Boy by necropoetus
A puzzle of bones
Sprinkle stardust for eyes
Deep like the night sky
Get his heart pumping in sync
Nurture"Wake up dead", yeah right,Nurture by necropoetus
I walked through the wall into the living room
Where my parents watched TV in the darkness
It's been two days
I wondered when they'd check on me
My room might have started to smell
Firefly The hills had disappeared.Firefly by necropoetus
I could feel the tall grass swaying in the warm wind, grazing against my bare legs. I don't think I had valued enough. The darkness engulfed us slowly as the night sky was robbed of its stars and moonshine.
Fireflies buzzed silently over our heads, lazily carrying their gentle light. I turned, listening carefully for his footsteps. In his hand a fading glow and I held it as his fingers opened.
And then the asteroid suddenly ripped through the atmosphere like a fiery phantasm, illuminating his face for the last time.
CoffeeshopIt was snowing heavily with these huge, chunky snowflakes she liked.Coffeeshop by necropoetus
The night sky was tinted with a cloudy kind of red. Light pollution - a curse of big cities. Fog seemed to float unnaturally, clinging to high buildings and advertising screens. It cast an abandoned feeling over the grand boulevards.
Maybe it wasn't fog at all.
"I'm sorry for slamming the door like that earlier," she said, avoiding eye contact by staring into her steaming cup. "I've been off lately."
The dim light in the coffee shop was soothing. It was quiet, except for the soft radio music playing somewhere in the background. The city seemed to be asleep.
"We'll be alright," I whispered, trying to hold her gaze. She had these intense dark eyes, bottomless, yet somehow warm.
I grabbed her fingers across the table and listened to her voice as she started speaking - telling me about this and that. I could feel her palms getting sweaty as she went on, stringi
Salvation The little girl had just clumsily removed the plush doll's eyes and ears, cut them off with a large, silvery pair of scissors and squeezed tightly it against her body. That way the doll couldn't hear or see them fight.Salvation by necropoetus
She peeked out of the closet she was hiding in.
The bedroom was lit up brightly by the late summer sunset. Through the narrow opening, she stared up at an icon of the Virgin Mary.
They wouldn't find her here. Glass smashed in the kitchen, plates were being thrown to the floor.
The air in the closet was dank, her thin T-shirt stuck to her back, it was hard to breathe. It smelled like shoes and detergent. Buds of sweat accumulated on her forehead.
Her tiny chest rose up and down. She had to use the toilet but was too afraid to walk out.
"What's your wish, little human?" The shadowy, disproportionate figure hung in a corner, sucking out the light in the room. Ghoulish fingers. Mechanical movements. It had come bac
MarchThe yellow of the streetlights shone through the blinds leaving crooked lines of the same colour on the walls. They were covered in newspaper articles. The lamp had been knocked off the nightstand, half-broken, somehow still flickering. Dawn would break soon.March by necropoetus
I heard him light another cigarette. I was lying with my ear glued to his chest, still drowsy. Half-awake, in a dream-like state of calm. I listened to his lungs inhale the smoke slowly and his heartbeat increased ever so slightly. How it echoed in the hollow of his body.
"It's going to rain, don't you think?" He said, his voice caught in his throat. Deep, resonating into my ear. His other hand squeezed my shoulder. It was cold under the sheets. Smoke clung to the air. I thought I heard seagulls outside.
The palm trees were swaying in front of the motel. No cars passed by. It was so quiet. I wondered if he liked the taste of my lipstick smudge on his lips. I wondered if he felt his lips
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