Lit Linked: Volume VII

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Welcome to the seventh issue of Lit Linked! This is an article featuring five to ten literature pieces that have Linked to another deviation or deviations.

dALinkSystem is a group dedicated towards increasing artists exposure by helping others and themselves through a simple and effective "Linking" system: Link another artist's submission in your artist's comment box. It helps everyone's exposure and finds undiscovered art. It doesn't even have to be a thumb!

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a sliver of the galaxyto the star girl on the edge of my tongue:
your hair dye is fading; you are a patch work
quilt comprised of sleepless nights and
restless days.
the world around you romanticizes
the sadness that fills you like a broken well,
but you know they’re wrong --
having a darkness that threatens
to overwhelm you every single moment
isn’t glamorous at all.
you’ve started to trace your skin
with a knife again, itching to press
a little harder, to draw on your body
the only way you know how.
but you won’t.
because that will mean
that you’re just as far gone
as they think you are.
and there’s still a sliver inside of you
that doesn’t want to let go.
--the girl on the other side of your mirror

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White Ribbon DayHis hand flashes,
flicking into my aura
and beyond;
"shut it, bitch,
or there's another
where that came from".
Two years of trial
& still, the glances
slip by us;
one day we'll reward
the first one
who stands up:
"your hands don't belong
on her. real men love
leaving no bruises."

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Emma's Gardenyour hands are rosebuds
opening along my skin
and blooming
over bruises grown in imperfections;
[I'm so sorry, darling]
your apologies
stretch, thin-limbed,
and tangle--
vines unpruned
[I love you too much
to hurt you again]
and your whispers plant
promises into the curve
of my heart;
[without me, you
would slip and fall]
even stringless,
my roots are tied here:
[you belong here]
one day i will wither
into dust
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AppointmentsI'm a little early for the appointment. I'm supposed to meet someone after they finish with their engagement. The problem with arriving early is that some people don't take it well; and I don't like being hasty. Sometimes, I'd rather not have the meeting.
While I wait, the city moves around me. People pass me as they briskly walk to their destinations. They hardly pay any mind to their path; instead they are mesmerized by the cell phones and devices they carry. Some don't even notice when they nearly graze me. Anything could happen, and everyone is so hyper-focused on their own self, that they wouldn't notice.
Traffic clogs the streets in somewhat organized lines. Vehicles crawl, protesting with horns and shouting. Everyone is in their own world, even in the cars. A distant siren occasionally adds to the cacophony.
If I listen carefully, I can hear some noise at the end of the alley. They're a bit indistinct. I sigh as I realize I was much earlier than what I liked. The sounds stop sho

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It Isn't Easy    “I don’t get it.”
    She leaned her head back so that she was looking up at the sky. “What don’t you get?”
    I waved my hands to try and string my thoughts together. “How…how can you just be so accepting of this?”
    She laughed and turned to look at me. I’d always wished I had her eyes, especially when she smiled like that. “Oh trust me, sissy, I’m not quite to the point of acceptance yet.”
    “But you’re so calm about it. I mean, if it was me, I’d have been about to beat someone up.”
    “I was pissed off, that’s for sure.” She paused a moment before continuing. “But being angry is just so draining, you know? Plus, it’s just too easy.”
    I glanced at her then, confused. “Easy?”
    “Yeah.” She gazed up at the sky again, wavy ha

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Kneeling Glorydoesn’t matter anymore. There are two
Possible explanations for why this happened.
You were a traveling light from a kneeling morning -
Your fingers struck me, and a new man answered, rising,
Together setting out.
You were the hope of an answer,
Spirit painted in a tall mirror,
Lonely, waiting for my prayer,
Waiting to make me forgive myself
And, laughing, kiss you through
The glass, hoping that by some magic
To make it tremble and break
With joy.
Deadly joy, not trembling, exploding,
A mist of wings scented and barbed
With what was dead, inhaled as a fever
And, afraid of the begging softness, afraid
Of their influence, I lowered the lights,
Rolled you into the shadows, until I learned
How to celebrate beauty.
Or, it was that cold Lacey sidewalk
Yelling, striking a familiar drum beat
In my chest, when the right man answered.
She is the kneeling glory, rising
With me in the dark of every personal
Morning, kneeling at my side again
Every night I dim the color of my body
And slip si

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