Apollonia Saintclair 525 - 20140914 La langue du diable (My devil’s tongue)
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Apollonia Saintclair 525 - 20140914 La langue du diable (My devil’s tongue)
Discarded version for a book cover

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tonight
I will convene
with departing passerines
I will tuck in between
blackened silk remiges,
every time I’ve called your name
every thrust of vowels
against my hungry tongue
every wanton sigh
their own siren, is the south
but for me, they’ll chart
an easterly
and later, when you are quiet
and replete,
the air will writhe
with something unexplained
your face will lift
your eyes turn west
turn west
to me, and the departing
passerines 

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tonight
I will convene
with departing passerines
I will tuck in between
blackened silk remiges,
every time I’ve called your name
every thrust of vowels
against my hungry tongue
every wanton sigh
their own siren, is the south
but for me, they’ll chart
an easterly
and later, when you are quiet
and replete,
the air will writhe
with something unexplained
your face will lift
your eyes turn west
turn west
to me, and the departing
passerines

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fleurdulys:

Leonie’s Toilet - Frederick William Elwell
1894

fleurdulys:

Leonie’s Toilet - Frederick William Elwell

1894

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#FiveSentenceFiction: Grief

Spadassin“I’d never kill anything living, unless it is a threat to you” he says to her with tenderness.

She looks at him: she believes, and yet she knows, she’s known him for so long.

“I avoid walking on insects, or even plants, I keep away from fearful animals…”

Her eyes take in the uniform, the weapons, the thin lips of a professional assassin: her sweet husband.

“When you die, I shall remember,” she…

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A bad dream

In his sleep, he hears Melissa get up, leave the room, walk to the entrance door. She unlocks the door, and let four people in.

A bad dream

In his sleep, he hears Melissa get up, leave the room, walk to the entrance door. She unlocks the door, and let four people in.

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rupea medieval walls

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