|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
walk to the piershe's taking a long walk
off a short pier
just like they told her to
with rocks tied to her feet
in hopes of finding a new world
deep at the very bottom
unless the sharks catch her first
ripping her apart with teeth
sharper than the razorblades
she used on her arms
creating new scars for each harsh word
but either way her soul
will find its way home
far above this wretched planet
back among the stars
where her thoughts always dwelled
A Thousand Needles"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?"
The corner of Will's mouth curves into a contemptuous smirk. "No, doc, I don't," he says.
"See? He just won't stop!" Nina's face is flushed and sickly from sleepless nights and crying. She's a pitiful imagewasted, tired, desperate.
And Will laughs at her, unable to control himself.
Dr. Willoughby looks down at the piece of scratch notebook paper before him, once again observing the gruesome image of the mutilated infant doodled upon it with the words "mommy no love me" scrawled across the top. He leans back against his cushioned chair, removing his glasses and touching his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Then he sighs, weary. It's easy to see he's on the verge of giving up. After six straight weeks of morbid artwork, obscene language, sardonic jokes, and nightmares, he's about ready to seek a doctor himself. "How you can laugh at this is beyond me," he finally says.
"How you can say I'm taking this 'a bit
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
Keep in Touch!
Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More