It was pretty fantastic.


Doppelgangerdoppelganger.Doppelganger
She wishes she could in be in a world where she is perfect, and too slender, with luminous pale skin that even the moon will envy. She wants to smell like lilacs and dance around in the forest, barefooted, twirling about like a little girl with no worries.
She wants no worries.
Life’s unsavory habit of bedraggling an individual to their worst emotional depths has gotten to her. She’s been tugged down to the deep blues of society’s rainbow spectrum, where the outcasts dwell in their imaginary, sepia-toned world.
(where all is well, only because it’s about to end soon.)


AmphitriteAmphitrite is dirty.Amphitrite
The water is clean.
Amphitrite hears the water splashing and wishes to be one with it. She plunges her face into the water and scrubs, and scrubs. People start to talk and point but she doesn't notice because all she can see is the water water, water, water clean, clear, refreshing, enticing, and now him. Him.
He is in the water. Grinning and laughing.
His handsome face clean and pure. Unattainable.
Amphitrite wishes she could be one with him so she scrubs some more scrubs, scrubs he laughs. People
keep it real.
-Rachel
"full term poetry" by waxle-sushi.
Good day from your immortal flamer exterminator,
El Mushika
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