Everything is Gray

*Poser* · 11-30-2016, 09:20 PM

Poser is razor thin and more elegant than the edge of a knife. Brilliant and brash, moving overland, head high as he moves. Hard and fast over the ground, claws clicking softly on the stone. Stone and flint, the thrum of feet on the ground. Oh all is so well, all is alive and bright. He is bright and alive too, today. The caves. He would run the caves as his head was immense and loud. It was such a loud place within his mind. Heart throbbing. Yes, his heart throbs.

Through a narrow channel the cocaine chic creature cuts, leaping, bright eyes equal parts brilliant and dark. Oh how beautiful he is. Today is the sort of day that he needs. Everything hurts. His home has been taken. It is winter, and the cold slices through his system. These are the things that he needs. The burn, the sting, the things that he needs in order to be real. Feel real. Continue to be real.

All in the same, he was safe from being real. There was someone else down here, and the creature tips his head back and howls. It's a haunting sound, but it's full as opposed to empty. So lovely. He was singing for someone to hear, and he was dying for whoever else was down here to make contact. That's what Poser misses, after all. Contact. Still he dances, still he runs.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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