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CCSW Chapter 1"Go."
Turning he stood staring as hard at that crack, in that stone, in that wall, that was opposite of her form, as he could. To think she had the nerve to even look regal sitting on the floor. He had to do this. The words felt like acid as they came out.
"I don't want you any more."
He tried a smirk even if she couldn't see his face. Even if it was a lie to himself. Feeling her movement as much as hearing it he knew she stood, heard her breath accelerate. Oh, If he saw her tears he may be swayed to believe her. To think that someone like her could love him. Want him. No he had to block out the sweet poison, he couldn't be weak. She was out the cell's door, he was nearly free! But then she was turning and shouting at him. Staring down the dark one nearly nose to nose.
"You are freeing yourself. You could have had happiness, if you would just believe that someone would want you!.... and you couldn't take the chance..."
His face wanted to crack, show his shock. His heart wanted to break
CCSW Chapter 2His hands were wrapped around the delicate china's white walls. The warmth radiated from the hot tea into the shimmering gold green skin. How could she stand to touch the texture of his flesh at all? Golden eyes stared at the amber fluid that rippled from slight tremors of his hands. It wasn't possible to tell her all the details, the losses and weaknesses he had as a man. He could tell her why he couldn't let his power go. Not until he had killed that simpering queen. What had he been thinking, teaching her so much? Had he learned nothing after creating the mother's power base?
"I told you once there was a son. He was very dear to me, and in an attempt to protect him, as well as make him proud of me I suppose, I took on this curse. I became the 'Dark One' deliberately and on purpose."
Hurrying through the last sentence so he wouldn't be stopped by her stunned intake of breath, he did pause now to look at her. There was a small 'v' between her brows as they reached toward her hair and
AIW The Path: Chapter 3Even the warm golden light from the lamp did nothing to add life to the form laying in the bed. To call this poor wretch Tarrant Hightopp the White Queen's Hatter would be blasphemy any other time. That was who it was though, and the sorrow that embraced Alice from that fact burned. His hair was still red, the color still spilled from his eyes, but the colors were off, dimmed like the soul they clothed, thick and muddy instead of bright and flamboyant. Her mother had looked more alive in the pine box at her funeral. Always so pale complected, there was no color to his skin now. Just dark sunken features, and closed eyes. She was tempted to lift his lids and see if the brilliant Tsavorite colored eyes were still the same, she felt the need to search out something that was the same as the man she remembered. But she couldn't bring herself to do anything that may cause him discomfort. There was a beautiful blue velvet chair in the room, similar to his chair at the head of the tea-party ta
AIW The Path. Chapter 2Reeling Alice knelt on the floor, her thoughts swirling with her fogged over memories washed clean and then snapped into place. What had happened? Why had she forgotten them all over again...Why had she forgotten him?! She had promised she would never forget him.. The hatter..Wait what had Mctwisp said? Pressing her hand to her forehead to fight the dizzy rejoining of memories Alice opened her eyes to look at Absolem and Mctwisp. "What did you say? The hatter...Hatter is in trouble?"
"Ahh Alice, so glad you could join us again.." the sarcasm dripped thickly from the elegant butterfly, in an ironic way that was his way though.
"Not now." she pointed a firm hand at the butterfly which wasn't as easy as it sounded. His flight didn't hold him in one place so her finger moved to follow. Then she turned her attention to the rabbit. He was more straight forward, she would get the info she sought clearly and faster from him.
"What's happened to the Hatter?" Nivens fidgeted with his paws, he wa
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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