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Zombie Girl :iconjadedgrace:JadedGrace 1 2
Literature
Making, Unmaking
I.
I found her sleeping behind the bricks in my bedroom wall.
I called her Hannah and she called me 'Pretty Boy' which I liked a lot better than George. When I first found her she was as bereft of knowledge and weak as a kitten. I took care of her, nursed health back into her shattered mind and wasted limbs. She would look at me with her green cats-eyes and the world would swim.
At first she didn't talk at all, just watched me with those unearthly eyes. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see her gaze piercing through my mind. It would follow me into my dreams and into my life outside of the room I was beginning to think of as her home. The night she first started talking I woke sweating from some unremembered dream.
A voice crooned from the darkness 'Wake up, pretty boy, pretty boy.'
I let the darkness crash upon me in my shock at her voice. It spoke to me of wood-smoke and herbs, blood, fire and the death of small animals. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard a
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Literature
Misfortune
i am untouchable
they took me from my
cradle and they bleached my
hair and my eyes while the bone-white
finger-moon looked on.
howling and tearing, i am not
myself, not anything, i am
untouchable.
i have no taste and no smell. i
am no colour and your eyes have an
aversion for me, while my
ghost-bones and see-through
fingers drift through all that is
real and true. i drift
i drift through time and i
am untouchable.
they burnt last year's
silver effigy on the fire
carrion shrieks and whoops
carrying the stink and the heat and the
sacrifice up to the blind sun.
shiver and shake when i come
near, see me too dancing in a
blaze. i am untouchable
i am touched and i am an
inferno and i melt with moisture
evaporating off my clay.
i am sight, i am sound and
taste and touch and love. i am a
blaze, i am ablaze.
they dance and no-one
sees how the
caught-moth of my heart
escapes through my mouth and
      flutters
         
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Literature
67 percent
they told me to burn my wings
there is a mirror and in
it i see what i should
be. i am 67% strange. i
look at the skinny box-girls
with their cookie-cutters and
shiny eyes and mouths. i
am 67% too much.
there are glass splinters
in my hands and in my eyes
and i am running away from
the siren's call, the
sirens' wail while the red light
flashes. i have gone 67%
further than the
edge of the world. there
is a promise in the glittering teeth,
there is a promise watching
me from the monster's scales
the world is a promise. i look for
it and it cracks amd shifts
into a hundred thousand drifting
shards. i lose 67% of them between
the cracks in my mind and the
gap between how much i
am loved and the weight of a
bee-egg. the wind
blows through me and the
other 67% ghosts. it's
a dream too fragile
to be believed, the
mercury-world turns and
turns and we try to catch it
before it sprouts wings and
flies away. i am 67%
convinced.
i will buy a cookie-
cutter and i will buy a
siren. i will be
all th
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Literature
innocence
it's been such a
time-honoured tradition, how
can any man do
any differently?
it's there, the evidence
of it is everywhere. philomela's
a nightingale, cassandra's burning
in her tower and every
girl is willing, really, no
matter what she says.
who can deny the
pleasure of hard hands on
thrashing skin, of causing
bruises and tears, of your own
sweet salvation and release at the
expense of someone
else? it's a form of artistry, an
art of vermillion and indigo,
of fragile glass and ripped-apart
silk. you're just
doing what's always been
done and isn't that just
grand and good and godly?
dear lucrece, you should
have run away faster.
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Literature
heaven
dido's on her pyre and i'm
singing in the dark. won't
you take me and make me
somehow better, somehow real?
i want to evaporate. she's
gone incandescent, a vision of
orange and red feathers, a golden
skeleton of beauty rising ever
higher, into the night sky.
the marks on my skin have
faded and without them
(i don't remember. i don't know what i am
anymore)
could i look for myself in the
nests of birds and the screams of
vulpine creatures? dear spectator,
this is all you have, a lost girl
searching for a hopeless never-land and
some queen burning her way
across eternity. do we
terrify you? or do you want
us like you've never
wanted anything?
are we your treasure,
your pearl? do you wake with
the taste of her on your lips?
one day i will burn too. one
day i will have become
it, the object at the end of
desire and maybe you'll be able to stand me then.
one day i will fly.
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Literature
break away
i want to write about a prison.
i want to write of chapped lips and
frostbitten fingers and the tintinnabulation of
a tin cup against cruel steel
bars. i dream in shattered prisms and the
ghosts whisper to me in the
voices of stolen children. i want
to remember rain-poured kisses
and the captive-bride moon.
i don't want to remember you
i want to write
about faery tales and escape into
eerie damp forests. i want the
wolf to come to me and whisper
sweet lies and air into my
ears. i will lay in the dirt while the sowbugs
crawl around my ribs and the
maggots form a sticky necklace
around my throat. i want the
fireflies to perform a dance
solely for my eyes.
i want to watch my words
fly away and be scoured
clean and empty by the wind.
i want to be a fire. i want to
burn and not because
you're touching me. i will be
the snow queen and you can watch
me shatter into a thousand brilliant
bits of mirror, glittering on the
floor
i am nothing you have
ever seen before. i will
turn, turn and burn i
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Literature
Alice's interview
It had not been a good week for Maddeus Finch. It should suffice to say that the recruitment process Pryce Industries had undertaken for it's sometimes less than legal dealings, had thrown up idiot after idiot. After hours of fruitless interviews with people who he was amazed could actually walk and breath simultaneously, with misspelt tattoos, he was more than ready to throw in the towel. It was with this mindset that he decided to pose a challenge for those who deemed themselves worthy to participate in the rebirth of the machine that was Pryce Industries.
He entered the room , seeing the sorry lot whose type he was beginning to recognise all too well. Drunkards, drug addicts, frankly they were the best of them. It was simply incomprehensible how these people would be any use at all. Making a mental note to talk to the idiots at recruitment, he cleared his throat. 'Gentlemen,' he said firmly. Various body parts which he would just have to assume were heads turned to look in his direc
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FP- alice :iconjadedgrace:JadedGrace 1 3
Literature
seeking solace
hey you broken-boned and bird thing
is there still soot clinging to your eyelashes
or was that just a vodka-soaked
dream?
if i pull you out of the fire will you
tell me that i'm fucking beautiful
no really, no really, no
really, tears of honesty staining and
calcifying your face, i am?
call me your shirley manson
because i would steal a ship
or do time for you in the same
way that i'm some supposedly porcelain
epitome of beauty, lace-draped helen of
troy, persephone edged in black and lightning
broken-boned and bird thing, you're
just that, irrevocably smashed like
everyone else who dreams in colour and
doesn't love me. its the ultimate
agreement isn't it? only existing
once both parties consent
being the only one at the party is just no
goddamned fun
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Literature
light
it's the seperation that makes it,
that brings it to its colour scheme, the pallor
required for the sweetness
each part has its place and its
measure. lily white they blend together in
their bowl, an offering to some
virginal deity
it's bittersweet to begin with,
before being set in small pieces,
swaddled, baby-like, on its metal resting
place and given to the heat that
will change and purify it, like a
soul, the soul of an egg or a
world or of an idea
desirous. if only i could
take the agreeable and bitter parts of
myself and by some sweet alchemy
combine them so that i too can
be made of light and taste of sugared air
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teapot :iconjadedgrace:JadedGrace 0 0
Literature
dark
i will learn until i am so
normal that the sight of me makes you sick.
it's what you wanted after all
order, order making me choke, the dead leaf
smoke from the fires of your discipline, until i
am so supple that you can bend and bend me
until i am something else
(because it's what you wanted)
there is something so insidious in what we
have, something rotten and corrupted at its core.
you are a blue winged electric angel and i
am your sacrifice to the mud and to the tar, to the
silty darkness and silence. toxin your
reservoir baby, toss me in and let me
decay and creep into your water so that
i am a part of you the way i never was
before. let me curl up into the
too small space around your heart and
regulate your heartbeat so that it buzzes
like a hummingbird at even the suggestion of me.
xxxxx
i'll pour my soul out and move away and
you'll cut your hair and find a boyish girl and we'll
forget that there was ever an anything, a dark
dirt after taste or poisoned water supply.
forget tea
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Literature
i will possess your heart
My sister tried to kill herself again yesterday.
I raced to the hospital with its antiseptic smell that never hides the tang of death, just like I always do, my keys engraving themselves into my hand, bleeding bleeding bleeding just like her, just like she always does. The nurse, with her shifting faces and voices, with her amorphous features directs me where to find her and leads me down the clone corridors which shift and pulse as if they know a secret about me and are trying to hold it in. The room, always the same room, no matter that we’re in Cape Town not Johannesburg, or Pietermaritzburg or Durban or all the myriad of other places that my sister has tried to end herself, is full of the sounds of machines bleeping and liquids dripping, that evil sound which I’ve heard too often. There she lies, smug as a queen, amongst the wires and the lights and the scalpels and other sharp edged medical objects which are kept out of her reach. Father. Mother. Crowded around her like
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Literature
fertile girl
i bet he tasted of fullness.
fullness and longing and wishful thinking and
want. i bet he left you unsatisfied
and gasping. i bet you wish you
hadn’t and you wished you
did.
you look me in the eyes as
if you’re searching for something,
for redemption. this might rule the
rest of your life or it could be a
dream, a nothing, a no-thing.
if i had to think about it,
it would’ve been me, i’m the reckless one who
does things without thinking and i don’t
know what to do, i don’t know
what to do, idon’tknowwhattodo
stop looking at me as if i contain salvation
we need a plan and we need to keep you from
falling apart and i need a cigarette even though i don’t
smoke, even though smoking is disgusting. i could ask
the box and screen for an i answer, i
could ask the box and screen for salvation and it will
give it to us, if you don’t mind side-effects and loss
and want (it was want that got us into this in the first place)
you eat your seeds and swallow
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a letter for the lonely
why am i writing you words with no meaning,
knotted up in a pretty little bag with no meaning,
tied with a bow with no meaning,
sealed with a kiss with no meaning,
why do you have no meaning?
i don't know,
i don't know.
the trees have pulses, it's why
their leaves have veins-
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but i got a b-plus in biology
and i'm not stupid enough
to think that a being with veins doesn't have a heartbeat.
trees have just so many arms outstretched
for love,
a touch,
a
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me,-you're-here-to-save-me:
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hugs the elm tree with
a thousand arms and i give it,
the dying one on the corner of my street,
a hug though i hate hugs
and i only let go
when i feel its heart
beat-beat-beating.
the medulla oblongata
regulates the heartbeat,
isn't that funny? i think it's funny that
the brain talks to
the heart at all- i feel love,
and you feel nothing,
you use your nerves and fucking frontal cortex
to use logic and
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JadedGrace
martha :)
Artist
South Africa
let's have a tea party dear hatter :)

martha wants you to remember that she loves you

Current Residence: wonderland...and occasionally my own head... and occasionally your heart
deviantWEAR sizing preference: S-M
Favourite genre of music: Metal and old school
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hello all things bright and shiny. perhaps this is a bit of a self-advertising thing, all look at me! look at me! or perhaps im just procrastinating so i don't have to study for my journ exam but i feel that it is time to do a list of the 100 themes i've done and plan to do.

1. introduction fav.me/d20jmij
2. love fav.me/d21rfny
3. light fav.me/d2dsqvi
4. dark fav.me/d29tm4e
5. seeking solace fav.me/d2dx8xy
6. break away fav.me/d2jk97n
7. heaven fav.me/d2kwfta
8. innocence fav.me/d2kwg7d
9. drive
10. breathe again
11. memory
12. insanity
13. misfortune fav.me/d2qgppc
14. smile
15. silence
16. questioning
17. blood
18.rainbow
19. gray
20. cookies
21. vacation
22. mother nature
23. cat
24. voodoo
25. trouble lurkng
26. tears
27. foreign
28. sorrow
29. happiness
30. under the rain
31. flowers
32. night
33. expectations
34. stars
35. hold my hand
36. precious treasure
37. eyes
38. abandoned
39.dreams
40. rated
41. teamwork
42. standing still
43. dying
44. two roads
45. illusion
46. family
47. creation
48. childhood
49. stripes
50. breaking the rules
51. sport
52. deep in thought
53. keeping a secret
54. tower
55. waiting
56. danger ahead
57. sacrifice
58. kick in the head
59. no way out
60. rejection
61. fairy tale
62. magic
63. do not disturb
64. multitasking
65. horror
66. traps
67. playing the melody
68. hero
69. annoyance
70. 67%  fav.me/d2qgl7e
71. obsession
72. mischief managed
73. i can't
74.are you challenging me?
75. mirror
76. broken pieces
77. test
78. drink
79. starvation
80. words
82. pen and paper
82. can you hear me?
83. heal
84. out cold
85. spiral
86. seeing red
87. flood
88. pain
89. through the fire
90. triangle
91. drowning
92. all that i have
93. give up
94. last hope
95. advertisement
96. in the storm
97. safety first
98. puzzle
99. solitude
100.relaxation

at first i was intendin to do them all in order but... do i still want to do them all in order?
love peace happiness etc
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I May Be A Day Early But I Want To Wish U A....

:party: Happy Birthday :party:
I Hope U Have A Blessed And Wonderful Day.
May All Your Wishes Come True :heart:
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Thank you so much for the favorite! It means a lot to me that you like my writing enough to acknowledge it, and I'm super sorry it took me so long to respond!

Stay rad! :D
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thank you so much for the fave :heart:
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Thank you so much! ^^ <3
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Thanks for the fav on Lyanna Stark from ASOIAF!
"Winter is Coming!"
No seriously, winter is coming, time to warm up.
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Thanks for the :+fav: !
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