

His waves to my windCome on, I wanna grapple fine but I dont think you can take me down or pin me I can try Rough at first as others watch I've already changed into street cloth my hoodie scrunches under his hands and my socks slide but I keep my balanance He tries to throw me but the Air is mine and I dance through it He gets behind and tries to throw but I entangle his feet and drop down ontop of him hands grasping clawing reaching we tumble about on the floor and then we work our way back to our feetHis waves to my wind
More dancing about and our breaths get heavier  


SpiritsThe cold plastic hand groped around in the dark. The hand knocked into the floor and wall, the soft thump, thump echoed through the almost empty house. The thin fingers brushed against what it was searching for. A stiff metal rod with swoops and swirls adorning it, the light stick leapt to life with unnatural life. Three little flames danced above where the candles should be. Why the headless being needed the light no one will ever know. Now the ghastly pale orange glow cast a ring of unholy light about the doll. The faded colors seem to seep together; the tattered rags hang limp and useless about the sleeves and bottom of the coat. A singleSpirits
cya later
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death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws
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