|Goodbye dear friend, we will meet again.|
nightmares vol. 1His palm is against her forehead, for a long time. “Am I running a fever again?” No response.nightmares vol. 1 by RUNNrabbitRUNN
She lifts her head above the dashboard and squints at the gray brightness of day. Uncertain of what she sees.
There’s a thick fog all around. Throws everything into fuzz, a myriad of vague forms and figures. Hard to see much of anything. Not without staring with deep concentration.
She pushes herself up and tries hard to make out where they are.
Some long expanse of asphalt rolling out before them. But not like a road. Almost like it, but definitely not.
In the distance indistinct in the mist, a tall cylindrical building, windows all around at the top, shattered and blown out.
Either side of the asphalt, on dead yellow grass, there are large things, metallic pieces of rust.
A word comes to her mind when she looks at one: fuselage.
This is an abandoned runway. This is a boneyard. A place where only the shells of war aviation exist.
There is no life here. Remnants of lif
for Michael HubbardWakeful dreams of fleshless giantsfor Michael Hubbard by RUNNrabbitRUNN
Glinting in summer sunset.
From great manmade sleek beasts above,
Business as usual below,
World without end.
Through diamonds of rain in
A solitary sparse wave,
Steaming black asphalt.
Shadow boxes and displays giving sentiment
To sometimes wordless poems.
Memory and meaning;
Music and movement.
Wholeness, oneness, perfection.
Hi My Name Is DepressionHi! My name is Depression.Hi My Name Is Depression by RUNNrabbitRUNN
I will follow you throughout your whole entire life.
I will pop up at inopportune moments.
I will ruin everything you love in one way or another.
I will destroy you.
You will swallow fistfuls of pills to kill me.
You will slice yourself to ribbons to quiet me.
You will lash out because maybe that may appease me.
You will wish for release from this mortal coil to escape me.
You will run from me.
And you will always fail.
Views III.:White in:.Views III by RUNNrabbitRUNN
View: Close up on a slack mouth, softly feminine and young. Blood stains smeared on pale skin. White-pink lips.
There is the sound of movement. Into frame, a masculine hand smoothes over the ruddy flesh. A male chin, dark with stubble. Heavy breathing. Eager tongue licking tentative lips that follow, sweeping slowly over her slack mouth.
He holds his breath.
His kiss is calm but insisting. Lingering. A soft moan thrums in his throat as he breathes warmth against her cheek.
There is no reciprocation.
The girl is still unconscious.
Trevor stays, trying to imprint the feel of her lips against his into his mind. Feels the danger of this single movement crawl across his skin. Tastes faintly of blood. Knows she must taste of sweeter things. Wants to feel her move beneath him. Wants her touch.
His eyes open slowly as he breaks contact and licks his lips again. He swallows hard, his breathing a bit unsteady. Darkened eyes peer at the girl in a moment of pure wanton desperation.