BUFFY
I WROTE BUFFY! Which was only the show of my heart for the latter part of my adolescence. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quinara, I blame you and Spike. Also, insomnia.Though the blame for my lol!villanelle rests with me and my reliance on esoteric stanzaic forms.
Series: Buffy (yeah).
Rating/Warnings: G. Poetry!fic.
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She leaves a rim of lipstick on her glass
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She runs down tarmac under streaky light
She jerks out of her death and into farce
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight.
She grabs a cellphone, keys, the likely right,
She leaves an ex behind to hold the pass.
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She held her little sister, held on tight
White fences and the long green lines of grass
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She leapt straight down and shattered into light
She opened up her knuckles after class
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
She spears her pancake and she takes a bite
She moves through dust clouds and the thud of bass.
A girl who holds her stake straight in a fight
She moves through death and pries apart the night.
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Ooh, yes, super shiny - clearly you have been a-travelling around the (Buffy) internets more than I thought! (And thanks for saying nice things about mine! Buffy poetry: it's an addictive vice.)
I will definitely assume you mean EVERY WORD of what you imply. (Though there seems a certain irony worrying about this considering your other post, which I will now continue to...)
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Well, clearly a fandom which produces the Spikeid (still being great fun, btw - but, oh man, it may have to wait *eyes PILES of boxes*) has exciting things to offer! And wow, it really seems to have thrown up some amazing stuff, though perhaps this is because I had some hand-holding this time via
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No worries!! Good luck with the boxes...