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Our WorldsThe Void:
This is the first place we had. It is just a black space with a white marble floor. The middle of it is lit up from an unknown source of light. Sometimes furniture and different scenes can be called into being there. Only one fragment lives there currently. An artificial realistic humanoid that mimics and takes on the forms of others to help the other alters vent out frustrations and things. Jessica used to stay here as well, but since making my room she has moved. It is often used for co-consciousness ie: when one or more of us are out at the same time.
This is a place Dawn created. It is a gigantic forest, looking like a mix of big redwood and rain-forest with some trees that are as big around as a Volkswagon bug, and some even bigger. Everything is green and full of life but sunlight there always appears to be at either dusk, or twilight. It is full of exotic plant life, some of which glow. If you have seen the film Avatar, that might give you an idea as to wha
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I'm in my backyard, at home looking the way I used to before I transitioned, the confused little boy.
I was playing with my sisters and everything. We were out playing house in the big plastic playhouse, having fun. Sis called me "Devin, the mud pies are done time to eat". Of course we didn't eat them, they were made of dirt, but we pretended they were the most delicious pies.
I looked at the sky; it was beginning to get dark outside. I heard mom call my name. "Coming mom!" I said and I started walking. It started to get darker as I got closer to the house, until the moon was high in the sky as I came to the door. I came inside; it was dark in the house. I called mom, but didn't get any answer. I called again, another voice came, a thick male voice almost ethereal and echoing in the house. "Get up here now!" it said. "I'm sorry" came out involuntarily "stop mumbling, speak up!" the voice said and I felt something grab me, I screamed. It wa
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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