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LothiaShe sat at the end of the corridor, not in the center, but more to the left, staring vacantly down the hall. She didn't sit on the chair, either one of them (They didn't look entirely comfortable.); she instead sat between them, where maybe an end table once stood. She would have been presumed hollow, if there was anyone around to do the presuming, but all she could see was white, and all she could hear was static noise. Occasionally something would whisper, through the noise, but not loud enough to be distinguished as a word, then again, it could have just been the static flickering.Lothia by SarahAurelie
It felt like a hospital, though she couldn't remember ever being in one. It was bright, (blinding) and official, everything she thought a hospital would be; only it was just a hallway. There were four doors on each side of the hall, totaling eight options to escape through. She hadn't the energy to investigate, so she just sat arms at her side and legs forward, staring, and thinking, or maybe she w
One Last EmbraceI kissed the lips of deathOne Last Embrace by LookingCalifornia
Without due fear or precaution.
In return came a beckoning embrace
Both timeless and wordless.
We stood clenched
As vines to oaken branches.
I could feel in labored breaths and
Subtle flexes of hidden muscle
That this would not be the last of
These enveloping, omen-soaked hugs.
He was shadow,
Inanimately swallowed by space.
Glimpses of future tense.
Filled in as blue lines heaved and crested,
Went flat and remained so.
It was the paved-straight path to infinity.