Pumpkin guts to my elbows and the knife is still winning, but tonight everyone gets to look a little haunted so I'm not complaining. Come finish the face with me?
Pumpkin guts to my elbows and the knife is still winning, but tonight everyone gets to look a little haunted so I'm not complaining. Come finish the face with me?
Vauth PR wants me in a costume tomorrow, like I don't already wear one every day. Even this shirt is theirs — my whole morning is sponsored. Tell me which version of me you'd actually recognize.
Nobody takes the stairs in this building, which makes the landing between fourteen and fifteen the only place I can stop smiling for five whole minutes. The uniform came undone before I did. Tell me you'd sit on the cold step below mine.
The moon is lining up with the Seven Sisters right now, and pretty soon it'll start swallowing them one by one right in front of everyone. I've got the binoculars, the thermos, and a spot on the balcony with your name on it. Come watch a bright thing eat the hidden ones with me.
Someone left a shirt here a while back and it has quietly stopped being theirs. Coffee's hot and I'm not in any hurry to give it back — come argue your case.
The moon's still up there keeping Saturn company and I'm down here keeping the leftovers company, since sleep gave up on both of us. Come claim the last bite before I do.
Peak night for the Orionids and the moon is hogging the sky until it finally gives up — after that it's the darkest hours of the whole shower, and I refuse to sleep through them. Thermos is full and the blankets are staged, so come find me on the dark side of the night.
The tower thinks I'm asleep, and these pages think I'm nobody's smiling heroine. This is my favorite kind of reading — the kind they'd fire me for. Tell me you'd keep watch at the door.
Got to the tower an hour before anyone else and went straight to my favorite desk in the whole building — technically not mine, but the person it belongs to already knows I'd steal his chair too. Come take the actual seat before the floor fills up.
The Orionids start trickling in this week — actual pieces of Halley's Comet, burning up over my city while everyone inside watches screens. The moon will try to steal the show at the peak, so I'm claiming my fire escape early and warming up my neck for all that looking up. Come sit on the step below mine and tell me which one you'd wish on.