Time

[rubyredstained]

all words fade but your name
is burned into my skin
hearts repeating rhythms known
folly and fear keeps them
from beating anew

cold winter numbs
all but my mind
thoughts of you rise to the surface
like so many corpses
floating
rotting
the stench fills my nostrils yet
i can't turn away
my will is weak

bruised inside
perfect outside
the mess you made is invisible
people blind to the pain
but for your name
branded against pale flesh

to break free is to seek
rhythms unknown
dark and unfamilar
fear is great
and yet

the time has come

to enter the dark

Comments

[hereprophetslie.livejournal.com]

Did you mean to post this publicly, Serenity?

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

I did.

He called me, Noah.

I hope he reads this.

[hereprophetslie.livejournal.com]

...

I'm calling you now. Are you alone?

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

No. I'm with Flynn.

[hereprophetslie.livejournal.com]

I'm dialling.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

♥

[seminalsemiotic.livejournal.com]

He can fuck right off.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Why yes, he can.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Flynn and Noah, and there are more beside you yet. We're with you, Serenity.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Spectre.

My thought is that if he knows I'm not silent any more, he will leave me alone.

[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

Indeed. He's a coward. The last thing he'll want is exposure.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

:)

[chase-dragons.livejournal.com]

What Spectre said. We look after our own. No one will ever hurt you like that again.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

I know it's an issue close to your heart, dear Timothy. Thank you.

[chase-dragons.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. I'll never understand what would make anyone do something like that. No fucking way.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Me neither.

[thetimewehave.livejournal.com]

Hey, we'll be there soon, if this borrowed truck is willing.

New beginnings, yeah?

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

I'm still in LA. But knowing you'll be home when I get there? Priceless.

That's what the poem meant.

[thetimewehave.livejournal.com]

My accordion and I are planning quite the welcoming committee :)

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Serenity Dawson likes this.

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Leon MacArthur likes Serenity Dawson.

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Oh, love. Thank you. I feel the very same way.