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APH - See The Sky.He loves planes.
At first glance, they say it's because he's immature, childish. He stares at everything with a sense of wonder.
But behind that gaze lies something more.
Lightly stroking his blonde hair back, he slips an aviator's hat onto his head. He smiles, feeling the snug material embrace his skull. His chest is aching to fly. To feel the wind around him.
He climbs into his plane, an old fighter from wars long ago. There is no need for introductions. He knows this machine like the back of his hand. As soon as he sits down memories flood his sight, filling his mind with the senses of war.
Gaze softening, he slides a hand lightly over the controls. They are simple things, oddly primitive in today's world. But the treasures they hold are one of the most important things he has.
He starts up the old thing, and steers it out onto the runway. The morning light hits the metal sides and gives the plane a soft glow. He is suddenly jittery, nervous. It's been a while since he'd flown.
You Are My SundewYou are my Sundew.
My little drosera aliciae.
You live in a deprived, starving environment.
Your world is restricted
At first glance you look sweet
But your sweetness is like a glue
and I get caught in it
until you wrap yourself around me
and swallow me whole,
Because you need me
That doesn't mean
I don't love you.
I am caught in the mess
welcoming those strands of eternal sleep
with open arms.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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