MonkeyLove236

I was just nineteen years old When I cut myself in two The boy I wanted them to see And the boy they never knew Hid my hollow bones away I've been hiding ever since Yes, you may see the odd smile But only ever a glimpse But my heart was never broken It was born in several pieces And with every passing year The size of the segments decreases I was just nineteen years old When I died for the first time I did not cope so well With leaving my childhood behind I didn't want to face up To these wretched bent back blues But will I give in to the struggle? No, with respect I refuse See my grandfather gave me The stubborn heart o

Sweat gathered in pools at the base of Zarabethe's neck and ran down her back, soaking her shirt.  Her dark purple hair was starting to come loose from the braids she had looped on the back of her head, and strands blew around in the gritty wind.  The heat that rolled off the desert was suffocating.   All of this she ignored as she carefully chipped piece by minute piece off of the stone dais she was excavating.  It was painstakingly slow work, but she seemed not to care as she carefully perched on the edge of the hole dug out around the structure.  The dais was part of a larger piece, some kind of altar to an Old God built by the Qiraji.  Th