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The ones that escaped by oddsymmetry, literature
Literature
The ones that escaped
The ones that escaped would smile if they could, but their mouths are tired and heavy.
They are free of many things, free of thick air and enemy bodies, free of empty pens and absent envelopes.
The ones that escaped cheated the war for they had won sleep and a stomach that doesn't grumble and a home they'll never have to abandon for rusty metal and ash.
Some know the faces that liberated them, and in that moment knew names and birthdays and valentines waiting, and in that moment as in all moments, followed willingly.
The ones that escaped smiled as they went, a smile twisted with pain and hate and anything but bigger smile and gasped as r
Red stamps by oddsymmetry, literature
Literature
Red stamps
stamped and marked and mailed and sent,
but torn before the journey could end.
stuffed in a crumple in a drawer,
under a dictionary, a sheet, and more.
read and mourned and mailed and red.
too long and wrong to comprehend.
signed in pen, a little unsure.
stamped and mailed, and barely secure.
torn and dropped and draped and taped.
confetti confessions all escaped.
senseless words, worry all bent.
tactless and tasteless, and barely a scent.
Spaceships and Time Machines by oddsymmetry, literature
Literature
Spaceships and Time Machines
"I'm telling you, it's a spaceship," said one of two figures huddled around a box. It stood on a table littered with crumbs and flour as the figures inspected it, poked it and turned it around.
"This compartment here is where the aliens stay," he demonstrated. "The Captain stands in the middle and tells everyone what to do. The walls are giant computer screens that show information. This one has a map of this ship so if something breaks the workers know right where to fix it. This wall has a bunch of numbers. They say how fast the ship is going and how much fuel it has. Right here," he said, circling the designated spot with his index fing
To be blunt by oddsymmetry, literature
Literature
To be blunt
This is my answer to you, and your worries.
It's written on a napkin, torn, stained, scribbled,
(and sacred.)
- Listen, because thinking too much will cause broken bones.
(or so I've decided to believe.)
- Look, there's the sky. You asked me once, twice; I hope to go there one day.
Maybe I'll have wings.
Maybe not
Unassuming by oddsymmetry, literature
Literature
Unassuming
So what if we don't talk to them
and see them, and know them, and need them?
we're only taking two steps back.
And in a backwards world, isn't that best?
Walking forward would just wear out our soles and then we couldn't walk at all.
Here, listen.
but you can't
Look at this, we're standing on an ocean. Barefoot and brokenhearted.
What's that? You'd rather sink than float on the back of another.
You're not kind. or being generous. You're just too lazy to wash your hands afterward.
We're alone, in the dark. You glow, illuminate the path, lead us to safety with the radiance of a hero. You’re the savior. Honestly, you're just