Strikes End.

Woo! The content strike is over and I only slipped once and left one comment :p

I have been editing my screenplay, which is over 300 pages without an ending. I guess I couldn't leave it behind.

I'm having a bad reaction to my thyroid medication again meaning all my joints are terribly stiff and achy, even the ones in my fingers and my muscles are quite sore. It went away on its own before so I'm trying to ride it out. I'm not up for a medication switch, though it may prove necessary. It's only been a few days though.

So I wrote this today. Fanfic-y poemness for Effy (Skins):

Doll:

she's a porcelain doll
cold to the touch
all sharp edges
her razor blade smile
is a flicker in the dark
on her way down
her teeth catch on your heart

she's a tinfoil tiara
and last night's make up
smeared across your pillow

she makes self destruction beautiful
she makes you want to come
(along)
skip and trip into oblivion
skin your knees
in the service of your queen

lose your fingers in the dark of her hair
her waves twirled around your finger
can be so misleading

strange vampire child speaking in flame
speaking in fingers
which travel your body
claiming you
staining you
now hers completely

her eyes gleam like gemstones
and she grins like a cat
with a half-dead bird hanging
from her lips