Misty Atchison
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American Savages
The world is full of hidden marvels, and great wonders. Everyday it seems there is some new discovery; A whale who is the first of his species, a flower that was thought to be extinct, an atom that can be split and weaponized, an unidentified deadly bacteria discovered in a melting glacier. I was twenty-seven when I discovered my own hidden wonder of the world. Boogie Blue Darling, the dame that never looked down. Peculiar, I know. It sounds even a bit insane. How could one walk peering at the clouds through their oculars? How could someone like that survive in society? Boogie did, with grace even. Upon first glance one wouldn't be able to notice Boogie’s ornate posture. I was three beers into my night when Boogie sauntered through the Inn's shabby wooden doors. I watched as she walked right past the gawking eyes, head held high all the way to the bar. Small brunette tufts of hair peeked out from her beanie
By Misty Atchison4 years ago in Fiction
Voice of Reason
I am such a broken, twisted, sickened, little creature. I stare at the hollow eyes reflecting before me. Deep maroon, blue, and purple splotches litter the surface of my epidermis. Oh, how so tender they are... I wince in great pain. Bittersweet it is, like molasses coated ink. The mark of love swells on the surface with inflammation deep beneath. I have come to believe in broken bones and scars. Hollow eyes and empty lies. Easy highs and grey skies. It is only now that I find salvation writing in the pages of my little black notebook. There is a subtle, sweet release with every syllable. Agony melds with every phrase. Swirling the lines of misery into a casket of hope that encases my soul with the promise of better days. Not once did I tremble, not once did my loyalty waver. For my kingdom stood tall in sight. No transgression casted, no broken bone received, nor any blood lost could cull the love I gifted for my king. It is now as I reflect on the six long years a pain. I have found myself rising above to an ethereal plane far above this existence. It is here I reminisce on the events that transpired my enlightenment.
By Misty Atchison5 years ago in Humans
