FanPoetry?
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PoFic?
Whatever it is called, I seem to write it (especially when responding to
spn_bitesized prompts).
Theme: Angels & Demons
Prompt: "Ruby prefers blondes. But she can make an exception." from
morebutterflys
Title: Exception
Ruby's original meat-suit was blonde.
Way back when.
Before hell.
(And she got up off that Rack the first time they offered.)
But blonde is a bit too on the nose for Sam Winchester.
A bit too burned up on the ceiling.
Twice now.
So she goes dark.
And dead.
(In some ways it's almost better: no screaming, raging, crying, sobbing, "Let me out!")
(In some ways it's almost boring: no screaming, raging, crying, sobbing, "Let me out!")
Why be sentimental about an old meat-suit anyway?
Theme: Poetry (<-- I've got an excuse for this one)
Prompt: "any, 'It is a heart, this holocaust I walk in.
O Golden child, the world will kill and eat you'
-Mary's Song by Sylvia Plath" from
later_tuesday
Title: Mary's Song
Golden hair meets golden flames
To lick and curl and turn to ash
Raised to kill by childish names
Hurled by fate into the clash
Made a choice she thought was free
Left behind the family trade
But the intervention of angels and destiny
Unmake the choices she might have made.
Whatever it is called, I seem to write it (especially when responding to
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Theme: Angels & Demons
Prompt: "Ruby prefers blondes. But she can make an exception." from
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Exception
Ruby's original meat-suit was blonde.
Way back when.
Before hell.
(And she got up off that Rack the first time they offered.)
But blonde is a bit too on the nose for Sam Winchester.
A bit too burned up on the ceiling.
Twice now.
So she goes dark.
And dead.
(In some ways it's almost better: no screaming, raging, crying, sobbing, "Let me out!")
(In some ways it's almost boring: no screaming, raging, crying, sobbing, "Let me out!")
Why be sentimental about an old meat-suit anyway?
Theme: Poetry (<-- I've got an excuse for this one)
Prompt: "any, 'It is a heart, this holocaust I walk in.
O Golden child, the world will kill and eat you'
-Mary's Song by Sylvia Plath" from
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Mary's Song
Golden hair meets golden flames
To lick and curl and turn to ash
Raised to kill by childish names
Hurled by fate into the clash
Made a choice she thought was free
Left behind the family trade
But the intervention of angels and destiny
Unmake the choices she might have made.