This is for You.

Emotions wash over a horde of savory, charcoaled beasts.
Their limbs, once strong and mesmerizing, are now withered vines, bound to a crumbling tower.
Their power is no more.
When evil dies, where does it go?
The sentient beings gasp for air.
Their victims have learned. Their whispering spells, as sweet as they may be, do not fool them.
The day has finally come, these beasts, familiar, burnt, wicked, are drawing their last breaths.
A man stands upon their chest, panting.
Through it all, the trials, the abandon, the loss, he is victorious.
This tower will fall.

Just wait.

The Broken Vine

She is my home and I feel lost and homeless without her. I can literally feel how confused my body is not knowing what to do anymore.
I can feel my mind going dark, and my hearts broken pieces floating around in the cavity I call my chest.
I can feel ever inch of my being shatter.
I didn't know that losing them meant losing me too.
You grow with them.
You become this beautiful vine, growing along each other.
Then one day, your structure is ripped. That which you grew upon is gone.

-Chesteryaya and Miss D

soundwaves

the noise in my head won't let anything be heard.
each scream, each whisper, each laugh, becomes a jumbled mess, incomprehensible even with C A P T I O N S.
the flavors exist, sizzling with the flips, but everyone knows, an abandoned pot boils.
this static sclmrabes all the lines.
i can't be reached.
i sit and wait, wide-eyed, terrified....
listening for the homing beacon to quiet these waves