One story told

Five to go.

I could decide

Here and now

But

I would regret it

So I wait

For the rest

Of the tales

to decide

as one of jury

the right

from the left.

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goob

*shaking with the effort of holding my laugh in* okay Mor *avoiding eye contact* *unintentionally looks her in the eye and bursts out laughing* ICANTBREATHHELP *laughing turns into cough-laughing which turns into coughing* ohmyadminspleasehelpmeimdying

i stand, listening, rapt

as the first girl tells us her tale:

how she flew on rainbow wings,

exploding with hope into the wide-open sky

how she tilted her wings to catch the beautiful breeze--

and how, just before she glided into new universes,

her wings came apart.

how she tried to flap, to fly once more,

but more and more feathers became dust on the breeze.

how she fell down and down

the pain when she hit the ground,

as her hope snapped in two.

now she stands,

face wet with tears,

clutching the last brilliant feather,

the most beautiful,

the only reminder of her flight,

the only thing that might make it possible again--

who am i to take that away from her?

Expect Part 3 soon!

“No!”
A sudden cry came from another of the girls. Desperation burned in her eyes like a wildfire. She grabbed Megumi by the arms, her face a mess of pain.

“Please, Gumi. Don’t do this. I don’t deserve to be the one left. You’re the better one.”

“No! I just want you to be happy!”
“I’ll be happy if you go free.”
Megumi paused, so much pain washing across her face.
“I’ll try.”
A single tear fell onto the ground, then evaporated. The second girl hugged the first tightly, as if her life depended on it. Her mouth moved quietly, whispering unknown words. Slowly, almost regretfully they pulled apart.

“Veil?” The second girl turned around to face me.

People talking to me. I don’t do well with people talking to me.

Of course, nobody knows that if you hide your face.

“Yes?” The last time someone confronted me things...didn’t end well.

“I would like to make a bargain. If the most people vote for Gumi, I go free. If the most vote for me, she goes free.”
I can't say no.

“Very well. Its deal, Valeria.”

How can I even consider

Either of them to be guilty?

Do I give my verdict to the highest bidder?

Oh my, I'm feeling quity chilly!

The entire jury shivers

As the north wind brings another tale.

We look to each other and then the lovers

Who are each helping the other to bail. 

I sit in a silent courtroom

One story has been told-

The rest remain cloaked in mystery.

I await my accusation as I

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Opposites would be the wrong word to describe Valeria and Megumi. The right one might be complementaries. Burning fire to complement rushing water. Unmovable defence to complement an unmoving plead.

Valeria had deep brown eyes narrowed in frustration. Her hands moved everywhere, until they finally drew out a black pen and a star-shaped hair clip. She fastened the clip in her short, jagged hair, dyed a pale blue, and looked at the audience.

“Love hurts.” The first two words came harsh and raw. You could almost see them cutting against skin like a knife, true and painful. A short inhale followed, then the stream of words continued.

“It hurts, but you want it anyways. Those short moments of happiness, they’re worth everything. Always, something in my head said it wouldn’t last. But while it did, I wanted to savor it.” The pen was gripped tightly in her hand, the only thing stopping her from breaking down.

Megumi was amazing. She is amazing. And when she said we could run away, I couldn’t wipe that beautiful smile off her face. I savored every wonderful moment for as long as it could last.

Gumi has more potential then I could ever. No matter how much she said I was great, she’s the genius. She’s the prodigy. I knew there were great things ahead, and I was ready to do anything to keep that light in her eyes.

But that light’s already faded.

I looked at the moon as I waited for her. You think you know how it looks, but there’s always a part you can’t see.

I found myself suddenly aware of every little shuffle my restless body made. The reality was setting in and I couldn’t help how fast my heartbeat pounded. I almost went back, I must admit. But then a soft crackling sounded through the bushes. Two eyes meeting mine.

A hand, strong and steady, pushed into my back. It sent me spiraling down, the world becoming an endless void to fall into. My hands tried to punch, to claw, to defend myself.

A piercing scream rang through my ears. The world blurred, and then I slowly blacked out.

But that doesn’t matter. I said I would savor what I had. And I did. I don’t need any more.”

What has the world

become?

I am too distraught to even try

to rhyme.

Questions swirl

around my head. 

My brain

is dead.

(hah.

I made a rhyme.) 

update: it is not a feather,

not belonging to her,

not her tool,

it is a fellow,

an equal,

maybe-- no, defenitely more.

another girl, another bird,

who tried to fly alongside her,

who flew to follow her,

because only she could see the other girl's wings

because she saw the way the open sky lit her up,

and she wanted to nurture that light,

so she flew.

but her love fell,

and soon she was falling too,

in tandem as they spiraled downward. 

now they sit, trying to push each other up,

but they keep falling,

each one refusing to be the one on top.

the belong in the sky, together,

not down here,

in this hole

risking separation.