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Mewtwo Part 1Artemis sighed and frowned ever so slightly as he stood right outside of his door on his farm in Rapture Retreat, it was still morning though it was soon leading into noon. The ghost had woken up at the crack of dawn, even though with this new body his problem of Insomnia faded away, it was still integrated in his mindset to not sleep much. Not that Artemis cared too much about it, he is dead afterall, though dreams were always a nice thing to have. Though this morning his normal rituals seem to feel wrong. Being someone that is one part of the spiritual world, one part of the material one. Artemis is quite superstitious, more so he greatly believes in omens and signs. This morning there were several bad omens.
The first one could technically be said to be from the day before. It was a nightmare, a waterfall of tea and a woman bathing into it, Artemis did not see any details about the woman though her silhouette seemed familiar. Before he could get a better look the woman or eve
I’m sorry. Such a simple sentence but with so many meanings and so simple to turn up emotions. Heartfelt apologies to admit to the mistakes you have made, a sentence showing your empathy with another person who is in a bad situation, a goodbye.. In all my years there are simple sentences like these, yet two pop out. I’m sorry and… I love you. Sadly, for what I have seen, these two generally go hand in hand.
“It is raining.” Perhaps idiotic of me to say, off course it is raining, the raindrops falling onto my skin, sliding down each line, each scar before dripping on the ground that I am laying on. The soft sizzling sounds surrounding me as nature and my flames fight, my flames fighting an ever losing battle it seems. I turn my head and feel the wet ground touching my cheek, the sticky mud and water of a evergrowing puddle embracing the dead skin, yet skin in which I may still feel. I do not care and merely watch
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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