gauzeandglitter

"Exposed" There's no more of me to give, I say. You took hold, pulled hard, Stole everything I had so carefully Locked up in that Broken music box with the bent ballerina (So skinny, I'm so jealous.) Now I'm hardly here, and you see Right through me, eyes passing me over, (Over and over and over again.) I'm like crystal, So see-through, see through me. Watch me turn to glass and Shatter. Tearing at my own sleeves, desperately Trying to free my screams, so loud, They echo only through my open slash of red. They soar past, not reaching you. How many times have I Cried for help Lied for help Ripped open my heart Expose

Oh god, oh god. Somebody hold my hand as they (Stitch me up) Keep my secrets from spilling out (Of my aching arms) Too late, they're gone, dripping, Dark as night, dark as the gaping (Slices and slashes) Wounds my secrets (Dark secrets) Emerge from. The black petals of blood Spreading like a virus in my eyes, My eyes, mirroring yours, So vacant in your defensive detachment. "It's okay," I whisper as they cart me Away, wrenching the (Cracked and fragile) Image of me out of your heart You watch me leave, knowing In minutes (In seconds) All my secrets will be gone (Bled out on the white, glass floor) And knowing, real

CHAPTER ONE AFTER I ease into the diner, trying not to be noticed.  As I make my way down to the last booth, the waitress eyes me, takes in my haggard appearance, but says nothing.  She must see a lot of people come in here, and to her, I'm no different than the rest of them. Maybe I'm not.   I slide into the booth, the cracked red leather groaning beneath even my weight.  I've lost a lot of weight since I met Thorn, even though back then I had barely any weight to spare.  My bones jut out penetratingly and I'm made up of sharp sides and angles.  I don't even pick up the menu as the waitress glides over to me; I only have enough money for

I am ice. I am winter. I am Ivory. Into the white hell, I stare ahead, face expressionless. I long to weep, seeing only white, crystal, ivory. "Ebony," a hazy voice interrupts into this bitter abyss. No, I long to cry out, No, my name is Ivory, now. I am frozen, trapped in a void of almost complete oblivion and you cannot call me Ebony. I do not say a word. I will give them satisfaction and hope, which I lost with the breeze. I do not speak; I do not blink. I seem not breath, and the air is still with my silence. I fear if I breathe, cold ice will emerge from my blue, frigid lips, tight with alarm and determination. My wintry eyes freeze a

CH 1 I stare into emptiness, allowing the cool water to rush over my bare feet. The sky is a mystical black, such as the hilt of the ebony blade I have clenched in my fist. The night sky is sprinkled with stars, millions of light years away, feasting on the blackness of oblivion. I feel a searing guilt shoot through my mind and soul as I remember the events of the night. The face of the young victim haunts me as I bite my lip, drawing blood. I had been powerless to stop him from claiming another innocent. Another innocent like what I had once been. I had been saved, in a way, in an earlier time, a time before time, and now it had happened a