The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I’ve had just enough time
You die at seventeen
in your first love’s arms
and find it cruel that
in this world,
Shakespeare takes Juliet first
Zoe Marriott, Shadows on the Moon
d UDE IF OUR THREAD DOESN’T GO ENTIRELY AS PLANNED IT’S TOTALLY OKAY. IF YOU START WRITING AND YOU END UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY AND YOU LIKE IT THEN BY ALL MEANS I’LL ROLL WITH IT. ALWAYS GO WITH THE FLOW MAN. LEADS YOU TO PLACES YOU WOULDN’T IMAGINE.
[1:23:37 AM] kenzi diaz ※ : what’s up EYELASH
[1:23:38 AM] kenzi diaz ※ : wait no
[1:23:46 AM] kenzi diaz ※ : that was not even relatively cute
[1:23:54 AM] kenzi diaz ※ : I am so sorry I just called you eyelash
he isn’t stupid. he understands
the threat she poses, elbow
raised and fingers poised on
the string. the arrow stares
menacingly at him, coaxing him
to challenge it. but she isn’t a
threat, and he keeps having to
remind himself of such. this
teenage girl in the woods is not
for now, he pockets the knife, sliding
it with ease back into its proper place
in his belt. but he continues to stand
resolute, stare hard and unrelenting.
❝ i’m on a mission.
but it isn’t here.
it’s in malibu. i’m
here because i
missed a rally point.
i need directions
to los angeles. ❞
it’s not over yet—-
& though the glinting blade returns to captivity,
the tension in her strong loosens only enough
to offer up breathing room.
there’s no trust;
no ironclad bond—
& it’s been forged to the inner rim of her skull
to be far wiser than that.
she’ll trust him
when one of them is in the ground.
& she relents to dig deeper;
a mission is a mission.
no questions asked.
his business; not her own—
as long as he took the storm in his torso
away with his journey.
& she lowers her hold.
❞ you’ll never make it
there on foot.
it’s a long ways off. ❝