KichouTenshi

When I was eight I ate six of those crimson seeds, pressing each one with my tongue to the roof of my mouth, one by one, crushing them and letting the juices run. Sharp acidic tartness intertwined with stinging sweetness while I listened to the bitterness soaked in the words my parents flung like fists as they broke each other’s hearts in the next room. Separation coupled with Anxiety made me assume that it was my doing that led to him shooing me away to her in the heat of June and she hurrying me back to him on the cold howling winds of December. And soon it was a given that I would receive scorching hot words like burning ember

Hey sky boy, my boy, don’t fly away. Please, stay one more hour one more day ‘til Tuesday or Sunday and maybe someday we won’t have to be so far away. Hey earth girl, my girl, don’t cry today. I don’t know what to do to ease the ache of loneliness. I’ll light the stars for you, my love a sea of lanterns in the night, each one burning bright with the single wish to hold you tight. Hey sky boy, my boy, star-catching boy, with silver hair of tempest waves crashing over golden eyes, did you see my note beneath the cherry trees? A thousand blossoms, flutter towards dew-drop grass, a field of snow, softly pi

Alyss glanced at the corner of her semi-transparent I.C. screen where the digital clock gleefully reminded her that she was trapped in art class for fifty-two more painfully long minutes.  Across from Alyss, a porcelain -faced girl with sky blue hair and matching lipstick complained from behind her own personal floating screen, “I don’t get why Mulland gives us so much work.  I’ve got way more important things to do than worry about his stupid ‘creativity exercises’.” “Like what?” Alyss asked as she slapped random web images together on her screen to form a morphed picture of a mewing kitten wi

I sold my soul to the Devil.  Not the smartest thing to do.  I mean, I’ve done some really stupid things, and I mean really stupid, but this one, well, this one takes the cake. He’ll be coming for me soon and there’s not much I can do. I wonder if I’ll die when he takes it, a young man in his prime found dead on the hospital roof.  That’s going to raise some questions.  They can poke and prod my body all they want, but I’ll be just a bit preoccupied with eternal suffering to tell the doctor much. If there was ever a time to smoke, I guess it’s now.  I don’t have to worry about getting lung canc