ShihSnTz

in many cultures from the east and to the west the legends exist mythical creature a serpent scaled and bat-winged knowing onyx eyes glorious in flight fantastic beast or monster just misunderstood tears fall like raindrops releasing a deep held breath is fire in the sky

All things considered im doing okay I'm still alive, still breathing Im moving on, albeit slowly All things considered I haven't broken yet Even when i wanted to And everything is gonna be okay All things considered.

It was in the way you kissed me It was in the way you said my name It was in massages It was in you letting me stick my face in your butt It was in i love you more fights It was in letting me pick the movie It was in surprises It was in nightly lullabys It was in beached whales and belly blows It was in tickle fights It was in making dinner for me It was in the way you know my secrets It was in angry flicks It was in ball dancing outside McDonald's It was in you letting me rest my ankles between your legs even though it hurt It was everything It was all the small things It was in the way you loved me

 I'm not wearing anything beneath my dress I whisper to you in the dark These are the words that finally get your attention Oh really?  you ask as your eyes light up I take your hand and slide it slowly up my bare thigh Slowly, achingly slowly, until we reach the bare skin Between my thigh And the part of me that is burning for you As I brush your fingers through the hair between my legs You look at me in surprise You really aren't I smile seductively and push my chest a little forward Your dress is showy. It's teasing me. I cannot believe how bold I am As I slide my halter over my head Exposing my breasts to your gaze By the light of

A smile hangs desperately on my face Like a door with one hinge My eyes try to shine like the sun through a window But the glass is caked with mud and dirt Positive words whistle shrilly and disappear, useless and unheard Like a draft in the basement My heart tries to beat but it only creaks Like the dusty floorboards Remnants of ash from a long forgotten fireplace Fill my nostrils, my throat Until I suffocate But still I try to sing I sing like the flowers in the garden aren't dead I sing like the Christmas lights That have been hanging for months, years Are not long since burnt out I sing like the paint isn't peeling and you can't see the d

sometimes the shore is rocky waves witness shipwreck sometimes there is a harbor no ship to be seen

blazing light ward against the world -- hiding tears

collected the words can gossip: you here too?

by light of moon travel the changing lands drawing a map holding the lands briefly so they can come closer draw a crossroads so you can meet at last draw them on your map and let it change