She arrived at the country mansion in a silver limousine. She’d sent out invitations and everything: her name written twice with “&” in the middle, the calligraphy of coupling. She strode down the aisle to “At Last” by Etta James, faced the celebrant like a keen soldier reporting for duty, her voice shaky yet sure. I do. I do. “You may now kiss the mirror.” Applause. Confetti. Every single one of the hundred and forty guests deemed the service “unimprovable.” Especially the vows. So “from the heart.” Her wedding gown was ivory; pointedly off-white, “After all, we’ve shared a bed for thirty-two years,” she quipped in her first speech, “I’m hardly virginal if you know what I mean.” (No one knew exactly what she meant.) Not a soul questioned their devotion. You only had to look at them. Hand cupped in hand. Smiling out of the same eyes. You could sense their secret language, bone-deep, blended blood. Toasts were frequent, tearful. One guest eyed his wife — hovering harmlessly at the bar — and imagined what his life might’ve been if he’d responded, years ago, to that offer in his head: “I’m the only one who will ever truly understand you. Marry me, Derek. I love you. Marry me.” At the time, he hadn’t taken his proposal seriously. He recharged his champagne flute, watched the newlywed cut her five-tiered cake, both hands on the knife. “Is it too late for us to try?” Derek whispered to no one, as the bride glided herself onto the dance floor, taking turns first to lead then follow.
Who’s this fucking skeleton trying to hoard all the cave treasure for himself
The Gang Goes Cave Diving
“there’s nothing in this cave worth dying for” would make a great refrain line in a villanelle
Beyond this point the cave, and nothing more. This is as far as you were meant to be. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
The signs and every far-off voice implore, The heart, the mind, the flattened lungs agree: There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Just airless dark. Just bones on the sea floor. The fruitless search. Your mother on TV. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
A picture that you saw some years before, A diver in a sea-beneath-the-sea… There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
An underwater river in whose bore Were caught the branches of a sunken tree. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Forget the cord that tugs you to explore, The silver voice that whispers, Come and see The darkling wave, the glowing secret shore. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
I cannot begin to tell you how impressed I am by this. A+ work in my opinion, don ye the laurel it is yours by right
This still haunts me because a bunch of people informed me it’s not how a villanelle actually works, and they were right, and I felt shame! However, I still have this laurel & if u want to take it from me u can fight me for it physically.
shit wait i got it
No darkling wave. No glowing secret shore. Turn back. Accept there’s nothing here to see. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Just airless dark. Just bones on the sea floor. The fruitless search. Your mother on TV. No darkling wave or glowing secret shore.
The signs and every far-off voice implore, The heart, the mind, the flattened lungs agree: There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
A picture that you saw some years before, A diver in a sea-beneath-the-sea, A darkling wave, a glowing secret shore–
An underwater river in whose bore Were caught the branches of a sunken tree…. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Forget the cord that tugs you to explore, The silver voice that whispers, Come and see The darkling wave, the glowing secret shore. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Who’s this fucking skeleton trying to hoard all the cave treasure for himself
The Gang Goes Cave Diving
“there’s nothing in this cave worth dying for” would make a great refrain line in a villanelle
Beyond this point the cave, and nothing more. This is as far as you were meant to be. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
The signs and every far-off voice implore, The heart, the mind, the flattened lungs agree: There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Just airless dark. Just bones on the sea floor. The fruitless search. Your mother on TV. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
A picture that you saw some years before, A diver in a sea-beneath-the-sea… There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
An underwater river in whose bore Were caught the branches of a sunken tree. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
Forget the cord that tugs you to explore, The silver voice that whispers, Come and see The darkling wave, the glowing secret shore. There’s nothing in this cave worth dying for.
I cannot begin to tell you how impressed I am by this. A+ work in my opinion, don ye the laurel it is yours by right
This still haunts me because a bunch of people informed me it’s not how a villanelle actually works, and they were right, and I felt shame! However, I still have this laurel & if u want to take it from me u can fight me for it physically.
326 Miles 