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lux_mariko
lux_marikoStory: Skin
Year: 2980
Word Count: 209
Rating: R
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire and its aftermath for Mariko, description of severe burns.
Notes: This is a paradelle, which is a very weird form, and I'm not sure it worked as well as it could have.
Membranes are stretched, scraped, blackened.
Membranes are stretched, scraped, blackened--
I no longer feel comfortable in my skin.
I no longer feel comfortable in my skin,
Blackened, feel no skin, stretched longer,
I, in my membranes, scraped, comfortable.
The flames twist at my fingers, whispering promises.
The flames twist at my fingers, whispering promises
Like she did, in my dreams, even fantasies.
Like she did, in my dreams, even fantasies.
Fingers in my fantasies, she dreams, whispering
Even like my flames did, twist at the promises.
And the worst of it isn't the burned edges of my being.
And the worst of it isn't the burned edges of my being,
Not that, but she's still a dream, beauty in the nightmare.
Not that, but she's still a dream, beauty in the nightmare.
She's my beauty burned, of my dream, the edges, not the worst,
But still--a nightmare of that, and isn't in the being of it.
Beauty blackened, skin in flames, the fantasies,
Are the worst, a nightmare, but my dream, and she--
Burned, comfortable of being stretched, scraped, still.
I no longer feel of membranes, my dreams, my edges.
The promises of that did it in--not at the twist.
She's like my whispering, isn't even in my fingers.
Year: 2980
Word Count: 209
Rating: R
Characters: Mariko
Warnings: References to the fire and its aftermath for Mariko, description of severe burns.
Notes: This is a paradelle, which is a very weird form, and I'm not sure it worked as well as it could have.
Membranes are stretched, scraped, blackened.
Membranes are stretched, scraped, blackened--
I no longer feel comfortable in my skin.
I no longer feel comfortable in my skin,
Blackened, feel no skin, stretched longer,
I, in my membranes, scraped, comfortable.
The flames twist at my fingers, whispering promises.
The flames twist at my fingers, whispering promises
Like she did, in my dreams, even fantasies.
Like she did, in my dreams, even fantasies.
Fingers in my fantasies, she dreams, whispering
Even like my flames did, twist at the promises.
And the worst of it isn't the burned edges of my being.
And the worst of it isn't the burned edges of my being,
Not that, but she's still a dream, beauty in the nightmare.
Not that, but she's still a dream, beauty in the nightmare.
She's my beauty burned, of my dream, the edges, not the worst,
But still--a nightmare of that, and isn't in the being of it.
Beauty blackened, skin in flames, the fantasies,
Are the worst, a nightmare, but my dream, and she--
Burned, comfortable of being stretched, scraped, still.
I no longer feel of membranes, my dreams, my edges.
The promises of that did it in--not at the twist.
She's like my whispering, isn't even in my fingers.
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