Hikishi

Definite Warning for trigger... dark stuff inside.

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It was still.

Quiet.

A thousand sighs echoed across the wind.

We stood together, all of us.

Bound by love.

Some by despair.

Allied.

No one cried.

The towns were silent.

And cities were still.

Dead in the water.

Peace all around

And still we were together.

No one cried.

The flames were gone.

All was calm.

No streams did bubble forth.

Not one life called.

Many, thousands, were gone.

Yet we still stood, watching the land.

Our stone wings spread, with nothing to protect.

No one came.

His jeans, on the floor

Next to the beer stain from Christmas last

Their movies mix together now

Not so different in taste from his ex-girlfriend

But different enough in personality

People ask why him

Why another man, what's the lure

He doesn't tell them

It's not the smell

It isn't even the fact that the sex is different

Rougher

He can hold him the way he couldn't hold her

Grip tight enough to leave bruises

And smile afterwards at the purple splotches

Like crayon on tan canvas

It's not his voice

Nor is it the play wrestling

Or the fact that they can share clothes easily

If he had to really describe it

He would say it has to be love

Why else would they tangle in bed together

So much like exhausted pups

Or kiss quietly

Dry and soft or deep or wet

He and Kieran are soulmates

Plain and simple

The urge to do right

The penchant to do wrong

It's never perfect

And always lateral

 

The confusion reigns

The clarity's gone

It's never winning

And sometimes fatal

 

That exhilaration

The blistering heat

It's pure embarrassment

Extreme stupidity

 

The red faced anger

No inner peace

Ruined all the way through

Can't be salvaged

 

It's in directed

This incompetence

It's never gotten over.

Always reminders

 

Everyone sees it

Everyone knows

The shame is solid

The circle's closed.

 

It's that feeling

Like you don't exist

Like you're transparent

But not at the same time

 

It's that knowledge

Like you're unnoticeable

Part of the crowd

Yet still separate

 

It's that pain

Like you're screaming out loud

Like your making it obvious

But you're not being blunt

 

It's that hint

Like something's not right

Like it's all for show

Yet you don't notice

 

It's that smell

Like a whiff of a wisp

Like a waft of a tang

But not recognizable

 

It's whatever

Not quite here or there

Not simple nor clear

And unassuming

 

It's everything

But not as you'd expect

And not as she speaks

Intangible

 

It's nothing

Nothing of note

Nothing to fear

Because she's still here.