sinners in the chapel: SAMPLE by wiccakitten, literature
Literature
sinners in the chapel: SAMPLE
ONE.
I am a victim.
I am a victim because this is what the newspaper headline tells me. The headline is dated August 5th, but it is the August 5th of two years ago.
This August 5th, I am in my parlor, at home but not at home. My beautiful, perfect stinker of a daughter is sitting on my lap, gently thumbing the soft fur of her pet-and-play kittens book for the hundredth time. There is a dog on the floor and a dog on the sofa and a chicken on the windowsill. I think there is a goat outside crunching old aluminum cans between its teeth.
My daughter grabs my hand. It is large and ugly in her small one. She traces
If I had paper, Id draw you a card
and if we were at Pennsic, Id try to be a bard
(That rhyme was awful, and I hope you dont mind
because Im trying to write this for St. Valentines!)
First Id need paper, and scissors, and glue
to make a card that was cute enough for you
And Id probably need glitter, but I know youd hate that
and anyway, its the messiest part of the act.
Id also need markers, to write all the words
and tell you some things you might not have heard.
But I dont have much paper, or crayons, or paste
and there isnt much time in this Valentines
sinners in the chapel: SAMPLE by wiccakitten, literature
Literature
sinners in the chapel: SAMPLE
ONE.
I am a victim.
I am a victim because this is what the newspaper headline tells me. The headline is dated August 5th, but it is the August 5th of two years ago.
This August 5th, I am in my parlor, at home but not at home. My beautiful, perfect stinker of a daughter is sitting on my lap, gently thumbing the soft fur of her pet-and-play kittens book for the hundredth time. There is a dog on the floor and a dog on the sofa and a chicken on the windowsill. I think there is a goat outside crunching old aluminum cans between its teeth.
My daughter grabs my hand. It is large and ugly in her small one. She traces
If I had paper, Id draw you a card
and if we were at Pennsic, Id try to be a bard
(That rhyme was awful, and I hope you dont mind
because Im trying to write this for St. Valentines!)
First Id need paper, and scissors, and glue
to make a card that was cute enough for you
And Id probably need glitter, but I know youd hate that
and anyway, its the messiest part of the act.
Id also need markers, to write all the words
and tell you some things you might not have heard.
But I dont have much paper, or crayons, or paste
and there isnt much time in this Valentines
Stars Colliding by Innocence-Maintained, literature
Literature
Stars Colliding
night time twinkles
(an audience
of uncountable millions
watches)
and a dead beat poet
works the street.
suffering
a bad case
of
decompression sickness.
"i followed the white rabbit
down
down
down
the white rabbits hole
you see
'life' is just a by word
for a long hard pain in the arse
and the white rabbit
is a hell of a lot more fun
than
that damn monkey
resting
on my shoulders"
dirty glitter
smatters around her eye lids
residue from nights before
and
mixed with the ash of collided
stars
the shimmer fell soft
upon her deaf ears.
sometimes it seems
the whole w
If he is beast
I run
I will run,
So far from the alpha male.
If I am beauty, then he will consume me
I am his skeleton princess.
I am
Shadow eyed and lusting after—
The gardens of his power
Pick the rose
Pick the rose
Doom me to wilt.
Die in the gardens surrounding
your palace.
He is beast
Beast in mouth and tongue and teeth.
I run so far.
The alpha runs faster.
In the dim lamplight of our one-bedroom apartment she crouched, her back turned defiantly to the single bare bulb by our bedside. Her silhouette was just barely enough to shield my sleepy eyes from the startled flare of light and the clock-face half-hidden by her hip read six I assumed it was A.M. The black shock of hair that fell around her face seemed frosted by light on all its brittle edges. Shed turned the AC on full blast again. Our electric bill would be phenomenal.
I need coffee, she croaked. I sighed in reply, my breath visible for a moment, until the realization struck me that I wasnt even shiver
Current Residence: a photo on your wall that you never knew was me Favourite photographer: Hub Willson, lithiumpicnic Operating System: Respiratory, Circulatory, Nervous Shell of choice: the kind you can hear the ocean in Skin of choice: My love's
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish ~ Within Temptation ~ Evanescence ~ Jewel ~ KT Tunstall
Favourite Writers
Jewel
Tools of the Trade
Imagination
Other Interests
using big words from my thesaurus to confuse people.
I'd like to let everyone know that I've moved deviantART accounts. It's been a long time coming.
My new handle is ~meaneyed-cat.
Over time I'll be removing deviations from my wiccakitten site and shifting them over to ~meaneyed-cat. If you have any deviations that you'd specifically like to be moved, leave me a comment or a note and I'll be sure to include them as I'm pruning.
See you on the other side!
Dear TheSweetScarling:
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your sister. I think I realized it last year in your camping car and I saw you sit on Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that I get turned on by Garbage men. I'm returning your Darth Vader poster to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about your passionate interest for mice.
Fuck off now,
Kate
LOL
I tag:
anyone.
I hate my deviantART name now. It seemed cute when I made it, but that was when I was young. And Wiccan. Now it just seems awkward.
I wasn't tagged. I was just here.
8 Facts About Me
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1. Post these rules
2. Each tagged person should post 8 facts of themselves
3. Tagged people should write a journalblog about these facts
4. In the end tag and name 8 people
5. Go to their dA pages and comment saying that they are tagged!
1) I have a really wicked temper. And sometimes it gets set off for no reason, like last night for example. I was watching Sarah Palin on the VP Debate, and I wanted to smack that smile off her blank little
Just so you know, I have a journal which is Poets On Deviantart, if you ever have any poets you know of, feel free to comment on the directory page ^_^ the link is in my signature if you'd like to check it out