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Chapter 2 Fight for Brew
Aura unzipped the top of her coat, “Okay the coast is clear.” A small black cat head popped itself out of the new opening and gasped in some air.
“Why did you have to hide me in your coat the whole ride?! Do you know how hard it is to breathe in there?!” Hoshi shouted, wiggling the rest of the way out of Aura’s coat.
“It was the only way to sneak you on to the ship, do you really think me carrying a black cat in my arms would not look suspicious?” Aura replied sitting down against the ships wall.
“And your coat moving around didn’t look suspicious to Giriko or anyone else?”
“I don’t think Senpai noticed, though if he did he might not have cared,” Aura shrugged.
Hoshi looked around the now empty ship of Arachnophobia, whose troops were currently fighting on Lost Island, “Remind me why you brought me with you?”
“Simple my young witchy friend, because I needed someone to keep me entertained!
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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