03-27-2008, 05:26 PM
The girl - her last owner had named her Jenny - shifted around, trying to dislodge her tail feathers, before hiding her face in her hands again; she wasn't supremely beautiful, but she had a hawk-like prettiness most bird half-breeds had under the dirt.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...