Emarel-fae

I just want to crumple up my feelings Toss them in an open fire A pillar of smoke and embers blurring my sight But i'll still watch them burn And it, the pain, it will rise into the sky Leaving my heart in the ashes.

There is a fire in my chest. It burns and burns, driving me like the blazing coals in the engine of a train. I have tried to touch and wield my fire but it scorched me. Before I was an elemental. Mystical. Magical. Beautiful. She turned me into an animal, limited me to the body of a fox. With a physical form, it’s easier to track me. Her wolf stand over me, casting her shadow on me. It suffocates me, having her eyes on me. The wolf mates for life and it has claimed me. That imprint still feels branded on my soul and it makes my animal brain crazed and frantic. A cat stands between us to act as my loyal protections. She uses

When I was young I was convinced that I was a robot. Plagued with faulty programming I had to acquire self awareness to assist my functioning; if I wasn’t feeling vivid yet brief emotions, I was laying in the aftermath inside my head like a green place in a drought. To this day I still feel artificial. Receiving commands through a wireless remote, with little to no ability to tell if they will preform smoothly or fuck up all connections I have made for myself. With no way out of this body, no acceptable route of escape, I am forced to keep going until the systems become outdated. If I learn to mimic humans well enough, perhaps I wil

"M-Mommy?!" A small girl cried out as she ran through the hospital's bland halls, frantically searching for her mother's room. "Iena" Tears bubbled over and rolled down her cheeks as she rushed to her dying mother's side."Mommy" "shh... don't cry. I'm here. Mommy's got you." she whispered soothingly as she tucked a lock of her eight year old daughter's silvery white hair behind her ear. "I need you to be a good girl for your daddy... and a good big sister for your baby brother" The girl sniffled quietly and nodded. "I will. I promise" Suddenly the constant beeping in the background turned into one long, continuous beep and doctors swarmed i

    I am a puppet, a marionette, a ball-jointed doll with strings attached all over. To me. Strings attached. There are.      There are strings attached to me.      I cannot move or look around. I can only stare at the rampaging children, with their snotty, sticky drooling faces and their equally disgusting hands that like to touch everything. “Please go away” I try to plead. My mouth will not move from its disarming smile. I just wish to be left alone, to not be harassed, every day, by said forces of destruction. How silly, stupid, foolish of me to wish because no one can hear me pray. They can not hear; or do they not care?