DaughterOfYukushi

in the next life you were a phoenix a fiery resurrection songbird of ash & second chances when you flew south for the winter, you made it every time see for you, the universe was an olympic mountain jutting out of the ocean, a temple you would never set foot in an elaborate maze you'd been lost in for too long; the only love you'd ever known was from the coalfire of your father's hands in the dark, they were the most angelic monsters, they were beacons his mind was the gears of a clock that never stopped spinning but the light, the light was a promise to be seen the fire, a dancing enchanter that never leaves the future was an echo on t

the words 'i love you' have always tasted like forbidden fruit an apple offered by a helpful serpent- sweet and fleeting but the words 'i loved you' just taste of finality. i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah that i couldn't help looking back and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin but this is so much quieter and so much worse. my knuckles taste of blood, not salt. there is no new testament here just old testament fire just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands watching her hometown burn below her. there is no forgiveness here just mutual lonelin

Momma said to never marry an astronaut, they will always prefer the twinkling starlight to the light in your eyes. They'll only end up in ships that float aimlessly in zero gravity and you will not be there. Momma said to never marry an astronaut. You will stand firmly on the earth, clutching the ground and knowing they will always prefer the twinkling starlight. Planets will fracture and stars will collapse long before he recognizes he can travel to the light in your eyes.

Combat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent