my candlelight darling by RainingDesperation, literature
Literature
my candlelight darling
About someone I used to know
(you'll laugh if you find out)
Her eyes were bright and heavenly
Like amber dripping honey-sweet
And she was pure and beautiful
With all her lovely shining smiles
And hair like golden candlelight
Against a dark and stormy night
And she was sweet as morning dew
Until the day she died
Her name was Alice, and she was beautiful.
Long hair fell in a dark river over her shoulders, down to the small of her back, hair that shone with star-like brilliance. Her friends always loved to brush it. Even the golden-headed cheerleaders were jealous. All the boys would grab strands of it and tug gently, small smiles on their lips. I understood them perfectly.
She was the perfect height; not too tall, nor too short. And she was slim, but not spindly. She had curves, carved out of flawless pale marble. Her skin was smooth and supple, stretched over her bones, thin enough to see her veins in places. Her bones were not jutting, but visible
I know what I want to do
To someday live with you
In a house full of books
With love in every room
And give pieces of my heart
To everyone who comes by
And be there with you, happy
And never want to run away
I know what I want to do
Live in a house full of books
With love in every room
And be happy there, with you
The girl stands in a kitchen, staring out the window.
She runs slim white fingers through her dark hair, still short and somewhat spiky from a recent cut. She'd done it herself; the month and a half she'd spent at a beauty college somewhere in southern California meant she no longer bothered getting it cut professionally. She'd liked southern California. The people had mostly been laid-back, at least along the beachfront, and it was warm even in the late fall, when she'd been. But as always, she'd had to move on. She couldn't stay in one place very long; it just wasn't in her nature. And once her laundry-what few clothes she bothered to keep
all the china bird-bones
scattered in heaps
all the tattered clothes
still clinging to their owners
and a hollowed-out building
with walls all tumbled down
all the survivors hiding
in the one-time safe places
nowhere is safe now
we can all remember the end
even the youngest ones
most people ended up dead
but we are still surviving
and we're here
in among the bleached bones
and the broken-down vehicles
all the fallen-down stones
the remnants of the last day
before the world ended
I'm falling
I'm breaking
I don't want to lose you
I'm slipping
I'm tripping
I don't want to fall
I want you to stay
I want you to stay
please don't walk away
if you give me a chance
I'll help you up
and you can help me too
please don't walk away
I don't want to lose you
I don't want to fall
I need you to stay
blue lips
and
burning dark eyes
and a hole
endless
where his
heart should be
he feeds on
love and light
and he was
the only one
that stayed
the same as he
was
in her world
of monsters
he was the
only one
who didn't
transform
into something
darker
him with his
royal blue
lips and
burning
dark eyes
and a
tall girl
with a
purple-fingered
necklace
and a little girl
who likes
kissing
and they
run from
his darkness
his empty
lies
and all of them
silent
blue-lipped
children
the rain is falling now
and with a quick
flick of the wrist and
a quiet leap
I find shelter
in the back of an SUV
big enough to
sleep in, lie down in
big enough to
constitute a temporary
home
and I am lulled to peace by
the rain drops
drumming drumming
on my metal roof
and I lay down
on a heap of folded
boxes, and I
sleep
I can feel the gold gleam in my eyes
and every ripple of muscle in my thin form
every hair follicle at attention
whole body tensed to spring
I am ready to run, to fight
balanced delicately on the edge of a knife
and I have to rein myself in
or the trouble I'll get myself into
will be far too much for such a light day
and surface-wise I am young, slightly soft
while inside this body I am feral
my cold calculations aren't run-of-the-mill
these thoughts that flood my head are dark
it would be so easy to rip out his throat
but I, am caged, I cannot fight
I cannot, die