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Wouldn't it?He was always there when she seemed to be on the brink of destruction but so was he.
He managed to make her feel less alone than he was but so did he.
He was perfect in almost every way she could think of but so was he.
Jack's words would echo in her mind, seep deep into her thoughts and lace them with insecurity and doubt, the two were so alike it would be fool hearty to think he would find another girl just as perfect as he was and would leave her alone in the world, just like he did. She would try her best to make him happy though, she would never let him down again, and never let her own pitiful weaknesses put him in danger ever again. Perhaps her grandmother was right, and she could never fulfill a man the way a perfect woman ever would, that forever till' her short life ended she would only become a burden to whomever she was seeing.
It would be a lie for her to say she had never thought of leaving one day, give him a chance to find someone worthy but she could
Short thingIt was times like these she hated the silence, when her own thoughts would drag her normally bubbly mind into dark places. Alcohol often kept such depressing thoughts at bay but he wouldn't have such a drink near her, and he was sure she couldn't go near the vile drink. It pained her normally shallow heart to know she could only know such a . wonderful person for such a short time. Humans found forty or fifty years plenty of time to remain with their loved ones but for a demon it was such a short amount. Already she could feel those more primitive instincts taking control of her fragile mind, to go about with the mask she had not lost to it was difficult at best.
She tipped a bottle to her lips and took a long and much needed drink of the potent substance, her single eye staring blankly at the moon as she mulled over her dim and short future. She would die young, ill, and alone with her powers of higher reasoning gone and only to be replaced by those of a common fox. He
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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