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He had no idea why he kept coming back. Why he kept forgiving him. He blamed it on the eyes. Those emotional, betraying, wonderful, lying mismatched fire and water eyes. They got him and trapped him every single time- dragging him back in to warm him with licks of flame and when he got burnt they'd cool him with water and then drown him once more. It was... an oddly addictive sort of thing that he went through. Honestly he didn't want a support group and it wasn't the fear that stuck him there it was the pure raw need- an itch that he could only scratch by coming back to him, to be kissed and loved by him... and then to be thrown down the stairs and kicked by him. He couldn't live without it. He didn't need a support group to talk about being abused... he needed rehab. He was as much an addict to this love and abuse as a crack-head to cocaine.
And yet when Danniel was asleep he looked so innocent and harmless. That, too, kept bringing Charr back. The way his mi
My Beloved Monster 3The Company's headquarters covered a little over a square mile, and was surrounded on three sides by several more miles of farmland. It was irrigated by the Yemen, and powered by a field of solar generators that lay in front of the three main buildings like a shining black gate.
During the early stages of planning, the Company, which had been founded by several students from the University of Pennsylvania and Princeton in Northeastern America, decided that the best place for us to sustain life would be in Southern Saudi Arabia. With racial warfare virtually forgotten, it would be the best place for fresh water, sunlight, free game, and access to the ocean.
We had three main buildings; the first was the biggest, and faced North; this was our library, laboratory, storage facility and infirmary. It housed our vast collections of books, data and samples, and was where the Company's top scientists (myself included) met to compare theories, organize information, and study new things. It was
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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