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Emiko Kishita - I Want YouI lay perfectly still. I kept my eyes shut. I knew something was wrong I couldn't feel his warmth next to me. Yet I didn't want to open my eyes. He had warned me that this might happen, that he might have to leave without telling me, yet I had hoped. Hoped that he could stay here with me. A soft knock on the door pulled me from thoughts of him. My little sister entered.
"Emi, where's your shadow?"
"Rani? How how?"
"It wasn't that difficult. It's not as if you were careful about hiding it."
"But mom? Dad?"
Ranita shook her head. "They don't know."
I smiled and motioned for her to sit down. I got up and walked to the chair with my clothes on it.
"What brings you here, Rani?"
"I wanted to tell you that I am getting married. Soon."
I dropped my hairbrush and turned.
"Emi, I am no longer the little girl you take me for. I am grown."
I shook my head. It couldn't be Ranita was my little sister! She couldn't be getting married! Suddenly, I looked at her and
Feathers of the Hawk 52
Yes, I am a sucker for romance. Problem?
Kahu stormed into her room. Eyolf was standing at the window, looking at the trees on the other side of the road.
He didn't turn to look at her.
"You told Are that I can't fight!"
"So I did," Eyolf said, calmly, still looking out the window.
"How could you?"
"I care about you."
"'I care about you'? Well, that's nice to hear. Then why do you want me to be staying here while YOU get a chance to fight?"
"Because I care about your physical welfare as well," Eyolf said, still not turning.
"You don't care about me. If you did, you would let me fight."
Now Eyolf turned.
"I care more about you than you care about yourself, apparently. I just want you to survive this war, so that you can still be angry with me. I want you to take care of our child. I want you to be healthy when you deliver her. I want you to survive her birth. If you are wounded when she is born, you might not survive it. I personally find that more importan
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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