Hurt | Lonely Grape High Waist Brief

You made me a promise. And because you broke it, you made me feel. You made me more human than I've ever been since I was born. The penetrating and dismantling of the space in between. It was full of tension and hesitation and wanting to reach out and tear the buttons off your shirt, but it's just space. Space that we breathe into until there's no oxygen left, until we can't help but fall into each other with lips crashing first. You're trying to fix what I tried to fix. Will you succeed in what I failed do to because I'll let you? And how will I know you won't make me run again. Others can't wait as you do for the moment when I'm ready to let myself go first. When morning comes and I awake from your white sheets glowing in the sunshine, I'll do my best to stay because they can't do that thing I need you to do. But you broke your promise once before the credits rolled. And the end of the story lies far beyond words in black.

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Because | Weekday Emelie Top

It's not so far below the surface. You don't even have to dig. I'm not hiding it, but I am afraid of showing it. It sees through the same blurry eyes, watches as my fingers get thinner against the window when the sun shines through. When I retract my hand and cover my eyes I still feel it, skeletal without a skeleton, creeping around the projection room. It casts shadows on a dark screen, making faces I've never seen. They stare and they smile in ways that make me cringe. I hug myself closer until my heart pushes against my arms, until my whole body shakes and I'm left gasping for breaths I can't take. If I don't contain it, it will do the things it could do. I know it's mind because it's mine. And though I'm stronger than it, it won't let me say it.


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Fall | Shakuhachi Mauve Petal Party Dress

She's sitting in a chair by a window. The chair is resting on four legs. Now two. Now one. The window is open. It's pouring outside, it's not so bad inside. The lecturer is rambling on about fecal matter. Other students are struggling to listen. Some listen easy. Some already know. A leaf gets bullied by the rain and receives a blow by the wind. The leaf wields a falling twig and starts slashing raindrops in two as it defies gravity. The shower of liquid orbs becomes more vehement and slaps the leaf from all directions. Left. Up. Diagonal. They call for reinforcement. The wind blows again and sends the leaf spinning in a tornado with its kin. They rattle and vibrate and try to grab each other but they're so soggy their grasp keeps slipping. The rain is winning. Wait, the leaf. It's getting up. It drew tribal marks on its face with mud and it's putting a plastic cup over itself. The rain laughs. But as each droplet falls to the ground and disintegrates its laughter ceases. The leaf is yelling in victory in its plastic cup and stomping on the wet ground. She falls off her chair. Everyone's awake now. And staring.

It's not hard to fall on the ground.
But it's easier to fall into the sky.


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Child | Golden Mother-Of Pearl Shell On A Thick Resin Silver Rimmed Wavy Bangle

He was anxious for the microscope that was due to be delivered that day. He wanted to be home, needed to be home, to receive it from the new postal guy because the old postal guy refused to deliver to the kid's house again. He pulled on his mother's white skirt that flared out like a carnival tent. She bought some cotton candy and offered some to him, but he shook his head so vigorously that his glasses fell off. Before he could retrieve them from the confetti-speckled road, his mother grabbed his arm and pulled him off towards some other thing that easily distracts. And his glasses were left to stare at the hundreds of feet that stood before his way home.


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My Ball | Low Luv X Erin Wasson Hematite Round Ring in Gold

Mother was getting the rest of my stuff out of the car and talking to the coach whilst leaving very provocatively (for her age) against the door of the car. Dad was off getting hot dogs, probably with a side of whiskey.

And there I was, lying on the field on battle, waiting for the ball to start rolling.

It wasn't my first game, and I wasn't a good player. I was brilliant. The coach loved my skills. The other players loved my consideration for the team. The audience loved my goals. I just loved the grass and the ball's ability to roll over it in accordance to my foot's command.

My boot studs piercing the dirt and blades of grass; a stunning tragedy. Yet with all that destruction, rom afar a field was still a field. The grass would still grow and the dirt wasn't going anywhere.

Oh and when it rains? Hallelujah! Mud splattering everywhere, onto the shirts and shorts of the runners and swirling with the blood from skinned knees and elbows. I'd smear the mud on my face, readying myself for the primitivity of competition. It's a rough game, football. Don't think the opposition won't play foul and spit in your eye when it comes to victory. Remember: They want the trophy as badly as you do.

'Chase! Better start warming up!' Gary was shouting, but I didn't want to get up yet.

'I'm just stretching my calves,' I shouted back.

I curled my toes under my feet and made it look like I was really stretching them. I sort of was anyway, since I was in that position.

I stared out at the other little-uns getting ready for the game. They all looked so small from down here. Then I saw a beetle, perched on a grass blade close to my eye. It was the size of the football from my perspective. Gary nearly kicked it.

Speaking of the devil, Gary went on to grab my ankles and dragged me into the center of the field.

'Get a move on, man! We'll be starting anytime now!' he shouted.

He likes to shout.

I got up and started kicking the ball around, ran a few laps, stretched my legs (I really did). Mother was sitting with Dad on the bleachers. She waved at me and smiled, showing off her shiny white teeth. Dad was happily eating his hot dog. There was mustard on his shirt. He smiled at me with his thumb up, then grabbed Mother's hand. She looked at him and giggled, wiping a smidgen of ketchup from his cheek.

My studs were ready to stab, my legs were strong and eager to carry my weight across the field, and my eyes were as sharp as ever. I kicked the.. Hey that's my ball!


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The Dead Speak | Acne Oxide Metallic Crinkled-Leather Pouch

I see you.

Your body lay out like a slab of meat

Reeking with silence and too much make-up

But there are so many thoughts flying through my head

Strapped with noisy jetpacks.

I hear your voice, you dead,

When I’m alive and

Blacking out with my eyes open.

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Two | Pamela Love Rose-Tone Bronze Triangle Ring

We are the two inside your head.
We are the incorporeal things you dread.

Your fury,
You're mad.

Wasn't it Franklin who said three can keep a secret if two of them are dead?
We may not be alive, but we are certainly not dead.


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Here | Nobuyoshi Araki, 1997

She left her prince by the edge of the sea, at the bottom of the stairs, where she climbed to the top of the tower. Her feet curled off each stair, bare with sand buried in the mounds of her toes and cracks in her heels. Gastrocnemius muscles in her calves bulged and softened with every step. Lean lines shot straight up her legs. The way up was dark and coated with pitch - a natural road. And she climbed slowly, carefully, deferentially. She bit her lips until they bloomed red and licked the salty traces that never belong on a rose. The messy waves of her hair were gathered into a braid, trailing from the crown of her head to the tattoo on the small of her back. It was a dragon, twisted in slumber but with fire still burning at the tip of its tail. Her ponytail swung from side to side over the flame. She was near the top. She threw off her top. Sticky walls caught it and framed it in an artless gallery. The door swung out at her touch and she collapsed on the bed. The window was open and a faint voice was whispering down down down. But here she stayed, staring at a cloudless sky, waiting for one or some to wander up, up, up.


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Either | Ludevine Extreme Cat Eye Ring

Could I, for a moment, be incorporeal? I could be the glitch in the system, that fraction-of-a-second blackout; something that never lingers long enough to catch the next twitch. Let me invade the cove of thought that nobody listens to because they don't care. I can sneak through the gap above, beside, underneath, and assimilate you. There's a wink and a catch and a cough; I am none of these. In retrospect, I was never material or made of material. Perhaps I wish I was, so I could understand what it means to be nothing now. But I'm not important, you are. You're the ragamuffin squatting in the corner of some dirty alley trying to climb a fence that isn't there. Even if you told me there was a way out, I wouldn't believe you. There is no way out. I know this because I am the way out, and you're not letting me in. Why? Reason eludes us all; words even more so when we need them the most. It's okay. There's no real train of thought. Just thought. But I'll let you have one narrow ray of sunshine.
I don't know, either.


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Away | Fannie Schiavoni Steel Harness

She could not hear the vibration from her phone. The boat was only a few clicks out to sea; land was still within her eyes' reach. The waves wandered beneath the floating vessel, caressing the hull with their moist palms. She laid down on the deck, on her side, and rocked like a baby in its crib. With her ear pressed to the floor, she listened to the muffled voice of the ocean. It was a conversation with breaths and sighs, untainted by words with too much or no meaning. She walked to the stern and crouched down, dipping her fingers in the water. It was cool to the touch and washed away the tears that stained her hands invisibly after she wiped her eyes. She had added her own salt to the sea.

The boat was being carried further away from land. And she stood and watched as she was forced to retreat. The beach was bare and empty. Her family had not yet awoken and so had not yet discovered the missing boat. Water had mollified her; she no longer contained any fury whatsoever in regards to her kin. She was simply still whilst another world crashed and swirled in chaos around her.

The amorphous clouds gave way to the penetrating sun rays that came from beyond the land. And as the sun continued to rise above the hills and trees, so did the sparkling sheen in her eyes. With scintillating vision she turned away and took naked steps to the wheel. She checked her phone. There was a message from a number she never forgot. Her finger hovered over the button that would reveal the last words. She pressed it. But the signal was lost, and so was the message. She threw it away.


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Hope | Marie- Hélène de Taillac 22-Karat Gold Rubelite Clover Ring

First, you were just a word on the screen. Then you became sentences in my mouth. Turning since from an unimaginable entity into something real. The first time I brought you out (or you brought me out, I forget which) you waited for me. And I have stood by you ever since. We have shared so much laughter and so much sadness. I have heard you cry and I have seen your heart break. You have heard my silence and you have seen my scars. One day, it became difficult to stand by your side, and your existence became naught. You might have still existed somewhere out there, for others and for yourself, but not for me. Another day, it became even more difficult to be away from you, and I salvaged the bits of us left. More words. More sentences. More real. We could be brilliant together, I thought. Nevertheless another day has come. And difficulties are surging their way through to sleepless nights. Again I find myself wondering if I had too much hope, and whether such hope must finally die.


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Sxx | Rosamosario Classica Bellezza Silk-Creponne and Lace French Briefs

She melted in her sheets, the soft suppleness of her skin cruising over the wavy creases of her silk covers. The sun was rising over the city and into the clouds, clearing space for the small droplets of summer rain. Her saturnine face was bespattered with the sky's tears as the blistering wind tore through the balcony doors. The wispy curtains curled like smoke at the wind's assertive voice, beckoning her to the shallow society on the other side of the balustrade. Lightning struck and fires lit and her face was set aglow. A roaring passion was blazing outside, a stirring piquancy, and she was laid on her back, ruminating. Her arm stretched out towards the open doors and she sucked in all the life that sprang in. And she looked up into his eyes and kissed him with tender lips that shuddered. The sun exposed a smattering of movement that survived the young chaos, her curtains became still, and the doors swung closed.


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The Globe | Oscar de la Renta Paris Woven Tweed Bag

An open roof, a sheltered stage,

Lifted asses and planted foots

Meet fleeting flurries of rain

And smears of a crimson war.

Henry steps out with his fury

Yet also with a smile

That breaks the clouds,

So fury shall abate.

And with sweet trills

Of birds, too, in love,

He steals a kiss from her sugar lips

And her French tongue.

They dance and they bow;

Daylight is gone and the planes keep flying overhead.

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Shadows | Jacquemus White Coat

She sat up in her white bed, in the white room, by the white window. Daylight peeked in through the white curtains and illuminated the white walls. Picking up the glass on the white side table, she took a sip. Her gown was speckled with baby blue dots, like small holes in a cloudy sky. And her lips were purple from the cold, but she couldn't move the blanket up to cover her hardened nipples. She saw beads of rain stuck to the glass window like the back of her head was stuck to the wall. Then she stared at the white wall at the end of her feet and her focus shifted constantly, casting white shadows on the wall, outlined with a blurred oily sheen. She saw the clouds that would soon lay her down to rest. They dipped and fell as soon as she had a mindful hold on their form; sinking below her to carry her up, up towards the black sky where nothing breathed. And from her absolute position amongst the stars, she would watch a world purged of white shadows and every now and again cast her own down upon the land and sea.


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Wondering | ALICE Knapsack

'Ready?' Meero asked. The rods were packed in their cases and the lines were wound and coiled in his knapsack. The baits were fresh and still bobbling in the lunchbox, waiting for their inevitable destiny.

Lamisaray rummaged through her messenger bag the last time. 'I can't find it,' she exclaimed, sending her bag sailing. 'The pearl's gone.'

'Sweetheart, it's on the back of your neck,' Meero said smilingly. Her hand swooped up to find it lodged in the nape of her neck. 'Right,' she said, laughing, 'let's go then.'

They swam towards the sun and spotted a boat floating on the surface near a pier. 'Shall we?' Lamisaray said. Her eyes glinted in the refracted sunlight. Meero tied a few tentacles to a few lines and sent the jellyfish up bobbing and waving in the lighter parts of the ocean.

Michael was sharing a cigarette with Lana on the stern, kicking their feet in the water and watching the horizon. Nothing left their mouths except the soft curls of smoke dissipating in the sea breeze.

'Shit, Lana, get out of the water!' Michael shouted when he noticed the growing number of glowing jellies. Water splashed about in a panic as they scrambled to get their legs back on the boat. And when the ephemeral panic died out, they crouched over the stern and peered into the water, mesmerized by the enchanting creatures.

Far below in the deep Meero and Lamisaray watched the watchers. The water became less of a window and more of a mirror as they observed their human counterparts. The fascination swimming between the two couples left all befuddled and they stared on, neither really knowing what they were staring at.

The sky was darkening. Lamisaray reached behind her and popped the pearl out of her skin, which smoothened out and became firm as though a bulbous orb wasn't previously embedded in it. She kissed it and it glittered blue and green where her lips touched it. Then she passed it to Meero, who also kissed it and let it glitter blue and green where his lips touched it. The pearl flew up, through the smack of jellyfish, and burst out onto the surface where it took the illusory shape of a reflected moon.

It shone brightly enough on the surface of the dark water to hide the now glowing iridescent tails of the mermaid and the merman. And while Michael and Lana rolled more cigarettes under the stars, Meero and Lamisaray dove deeper into the black water amongst the bioluminescent organisms; all left to wondering.


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Cheat | Ava Smith in Valentino Fall 2012 RTW

How you danced in that golden hue
With sparkling eyes, a wonderful blue
But ne'er could I utter what wasn't true
For I do not love you

You see, my dear
It's always fear
That makes me break the rule
And out of hate
I strike a gait
That makes other women woo

You shed your tears, I can see
Yet they're for my cheats, not me


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Bubble Speeches | Huzza Silk Surf Print Button Down

Glub glub glub.
Oh, hey Frank.

Glub glub.
Hello Joe.

'What do you reckon they're up to?' Joe asked as he stared out towards the shore.

'I don't know. Such strange creatures. I mean, look at those tails, and those unruly fins. They're like a quarter of Gigi's arms,' said Frank, condescendingly.

'Looks like they're trying to stand on the water. Hah! What jokers!' laughed Joe.

'Well, it's not like they can swim very well with those tails,' Frank said as he gestured to the humans' legs.

'Oh, shit! I think Tyna's coming. She's got a bounty on my head for stealing her catch the other day.  Gotta swim!' exclaimed Joe, hurrying fast.

'Yes, yes, swim away, you bloody thief,' Frank said with tight lips. He turned back to the shore and watched the humans surf from sun up to sun down. Lights started flickering from the sand and boards were carried out of the water.

A small plank was drifting on the surface close by. Seeing that no one was around, Frank flopped onto the plank and was cradled by the rocking currents in the night. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, he flopped back in the water.

Glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub.
I don't see what the hype's all about.


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Goodbye | Rita Liefhebber Hand Dyed Ombre Collared Dress

I'm sorry.
I didn't dream it up enough for you to live it. We had infinity ahead of us and we just couldn't make it, I guess. Oh I had such a life for you, with you. And it was a tough decision, believe me, to let you go. But I had to. That was one helluva fight, by the way. I never thought you could move so fast. And that last part with your blood? Wow. You were gonna be one to be reckoned with. You were gonna be the one to beat.. Your sister will be fine. And so will he. I promise. I don't know what's in store for you now, but I won't be the one dreaming it. I hope you'll be part of a better mind. You know how I'm losing mine. Heh. Goodbye, Ruby.


(photo via www.RitaLiefhebber.com)

Cotton Candy | Yue Pocket Backpack

You prance around like you know your way. Take the wrong step so you'll come my way.
Trip over that jutting part of the pavement and scrape your knee. I hope you bleed.
Those idiots underestimate me.

If I wanted to, I could tear your flesh away with my teeth.
But you're like cotton candy:
A second on my tongue and you'll diminish.

Is there something in your pants that I need to set free?
Oh please let it come close to me.
I'll show you and them what these tiny hands can do.
I will kill you.


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Wake Up | Daytime Pyjamas by Shakuhachi

She clambered and shambled, her feet digging in the sand, struggling to pull herself out of the water. She rolled onto her back, half still submerged, feeling the wet sand rubbing into her scaly skin. She breathed in the salty air that sent her eyes swerving to the back of her head. She stretched her arms out, the waves charging to grab them but failing. She kicked her legs, shaking the currents, sending them flying into the orange radar of the rising sun. She squinted against the new light, shielding her eyes with her webbed fingers, capturing the lingering yet fleeting image of the candy-coloured sky. She pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled her legs out of the water, shedding the gelatinous film off her body. She breathed hard and stood steadfast, rubbed the last grains of sand out of her eyes, and finally started her day with the sun grinning down at her and the waves sadly retreating.


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