Ruthio

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TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryCat......Cream Ruthio011 years 6 months ago
StoryBeds and Cracks Ruthio011 years 6 months ago
StoryFolded Ruthio011 years 7 months ago
Storylearning a.lesser.thing211 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Bar And Bedroom Ruthio512 years 2 weeks ago
StoryPut Your Hands Straight Through Me Ruthio612 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMarlboro Fingers Ruthio612 years 2 weeks ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAn Old Incantation The Walrus412 years 2 weeks ago
StorySoiled. Ruthio312 years 2 weeks ago
StoryMan with a beer in his hand Ruthio712 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

Folded

And I see his face, His race, In a society I, I, Cannot fathom, But why would I, Fathom a purgatory, I am nothing, Lesser something, And I scream and howl, Yet I, I,

Cat......Cream

Like a mad woman I chase the dream, Like the cat who got the cream, Then I realised that he, He is the cat, Who got the cream, And I am left- staring at the screen, Because,

Beds and Cracks

I sit in my bed, And I quiver, Because it’s not like it was before, But I’ve been told by people, With cracks in their faces, That life will be OK, So I’ll open my eyes,

The Bar And Bedroom

You once said that we quarter our words, In order to enable the clash of the titans; that battle of the swords, But she and I are all torn, Not cut of the same flesh but broken none the less.

Put Your Hands Straight Through Me

My fingers spread like they should but whether or not they’re mine is debatable. My limbs exist like a clutter of heavy weather above the streets of a dim and faceless city.

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