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Other Side of the Glass - PoT Bonus Chapter: 2/2I don't know what I expected when she finally found out, but this...this wasn't it. The knots in my stomach twist painfully. She looks sad. Uncomfortable. Disappointed. But that's all.
"Okay, I...wow." Breathe, hero. I drag my fingers through my tangled hair, as if that would sort out the mess in my head. "Okay."
"You didn't want me to know?" Mom sounds almost hurt, like she thinks I've been holding out on her. Like I've been hoarding all these secrets just for the thrill of it. I feel a flash of irritation. There were reasons. Good reasons. I wasn't being selfish. I've been protecting her and Dad, I was protecting everybody... Just keep telling yourself that, Fenturd.
"No! That's not, I-well, yeah, I did. Eventually."
Eventually meaning probably never but it wasn't like I hadn't planned on telling them. I just never got around to it. Stupid. I waited way too long. Now the whole freakin' GIW was sitting back and watching. I bet they were popping popcorn.
"Just not here. Not w
Other Side of the Glass - PoT Bonus Chapter: 1/2The clank-whir of the tether activating wakes me. I groan, knowing it will take me ages to fall asleep again. I let it pull me across the floor; it takes too much energy to stand up. Maybe I can't now. I haven't tried in a while. I'm so freakin' tired.
I feel the table rise under me like the world's slowest and scariest elevator. I wait for the cuffs to constrict around my wrists, pinning me there. I can't even work up the energy to get nervous. It doesn't matter what Mom does. I'm probably dead anyway. Can't she just let me sleep?
But nothing happens. That in itself is weird enough to break me out of the nice unthinking haze I've been in all day. I hear the hiss of the glass wall sinking into the floor, feel the cool air from the lab--inside the glass it's always stifling--wash over me, but no cuffs on my hands. Just the leg restraints. Is it broken?
I start and realize that Mom is already right next to me. She's wearing her hazmat suit, but not the lab coat. Her arm's finally out of
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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