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FIRST PLACE
voice trips across heartbeat,i want to anchor my spine inside your gravity.
your smiles have been thinning down to pencil lines. there are no words between them. keep it that way so you can be a charcoal smear around my ribcage, so my body can become gray but still have color in the dead spaces you inhabit. we are both quiet. we sometimes have nothing to say.
you cannot practice tragedy, but it came to you in the white noise between our words. we do not know what we want. we are not decisive. we are young and our dreams are too big. we try not to talk about it.
you can buy sex if you want it, you can buy stars if your life is dark. you can let your knees hit the dirt
voice trips across heartbeat by ~BittersweetObsession
words do not care if i find them in the quiet of the morning, or if i let the floor beneath me replace with water and wade in my own silence. i could let the moisture of confusion pool inside of my palms and you could stand there and not feel sorry.
A critique from one of #Shelf-of-Friends's admins (TBD)
A feature on the front page for a duration of a month
A feature in an admin's journal
636 points donated by *KaitForestSECOND PLACE:
livin on the cusp of death thinking it won't be us by =vvolatile
when you were nineteen you made it your goal to try every brand you could find, malboros to newports to camels to lucky strikes and on and on and on. half of the packs you had were only half empty so you were always asking people's favourites and writing on the bottom in cheap ink, little initials. you stuck them to your walls and laughed every time someone saw them for the first time, so fucking concerned for your lungs and your body and god, do you really want to smell like that? that was always your favourite remark coming from your mother who cared little about you aside from how you made her look.
livin on the cusp of death thinking it won't be usmother always told you never to drink or do drugs or smoke cigarettes or get tattoos or piercings, nothing nothing nothing that would disappoint her. but you were never a momma's boy and fuck if you could have gone without her, you would have. following the rules was ephemeral and eventually void, null, gone - the concept of it a smile curled hiding just behind the lips and waiting in your eyes, smug and sarcastic.
god, all the things you would never tell her.
all the letters she would never read.
the best thing about you was that you kept every carton of cigarettes you ever bought - when people asked about it your answer was always that i
livin on the cusp of death thinking it won't be us by =vvolatile
when you were nineteen you made it your goal to try every brand you could find, malboros to newports to camels to lucky strikes and on and on and on. half of the packs you had were only half empty so you were always asking people's favourites and writing on the bottom in cheap ink, little initials. you stuck them to your walls and laughed every time someone saw them for the first time, so fucking concerned for your lungs and your body and god, do you really want to smell like that? that was always your favourite remark coming from your mother who cared little about you aside from how you made her look.
WINNINGS:
A critique from one of #Shelf-of-Friends's admins (TBD)
A feature in an admin's journal
A place in the featured folder
236 points donated by *KaitForestThe winnings will be handed out over the next few days. Tomorrow we will post the prompts for November, so be ready! Congratulations to ~BittersweetObsession and =vvolatile on their wonderful work!
SEPTEMBER PROMPT CONTEST: WINNERS!by #Shelf-of-Friends