KiyaDarling

I close my eyes, and I can feel you. My nose is cold, my ears are tall. I feel you breathing, a light gasping through fragile ribs. I feel your fur, bristling in the air, brushed back by the breeze. I close my eyes, I can see you. Each pupil expanding, your eyes glisten in a hazel light of gold and brown. Your tongue licks at those teeth, a smirk - almost - under the sides of your mouth. Twinning, twitching, drooping, swishing... Your tail eventually rest beside you. An entity in itself. Ears fold back, jaw tightens, it's killing you to be so caged, so hidden. I close my eyes, I am you. A part, not whole, refined, yet chaotic. It hur

I think we got off on the wrong foot. I have this incoherent feeling in me. As if nothing around me makes sense. It's not a bad thing, per say. It's just... a thing. I've come to realize though that in truth, I'm just not really what most people expect of me. And you know what? That's okay. I don't wear jeans so tight you can see my pulse. My ears aren't gauged, and my make-up is always a little weird. I don't go shopping. I'm not "hip" or "cool" or "trendy." My depth is merely a show of my lack of trust in those around me. Not so much an actual ocean of personas. I don't have D's. Hell, I don't even have C's. My butt isn't up

A Work in Progress. A whisper, coursing through my veins Silent, with the ever-present rumble of what will soon be My cells quickening, running now in every which way My head drops in a slow nod with anticipation The beating drum that is my heart begins to race And as all muscles contort, I am forced to hold my breath Without thinking, I shut my eyes The darkness... It's so warming, so sweet, so... A yell of glee followed by a parade of giggles and smiles There is nothing like this, we are the world, and the world is a tunnel around us. We'll die here. But at least... we lived here. And we actually lived. My head drops in a slow