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Beyond Comprehension - Ch. 2Pairing: NejiTen
Flashes of light were throwing shadows across my ceiling. Sleep had not come to me. Hours had passed and the rain overhead had slowed, but sleep still did not come. Blankets and pillows had been tossed around. Nothing could settle my mind.
"That's it," I muttered to myself after an unusually bright strike of lightning illuminated my room. "I can't just lay here. I'm going to go crazy."
It was late so no one should be awake, plus this storm would cover my escape from the compound even if someone were. Only a fool would go out into weather like this voluntarily. Apparently all the confusion and agitation stored in me had made me that fool.
I felt the icy cold sensation of the between storm air. Konoha had these types of storms very rarely but the lulls between rain were never long and most people, not even the shinobi, attempte
Beyond Comprehension - Ch. 1Pairing: NejiTen
The dull sound of my kunai hitting a tree echoed across the small clearing I was standing in.
Two more hits shook the leaves of nearby branches. I didn't temper about the amount of force I was expelling behind my throws. The tree could crack in half for all I cared.
Only after I reached down to find my weapon holster empty did I stop and notice the damage I had done to the landscape. Kunai were strewn across the ground and the trees; most were stuck in at odd angles or so deeply imbedded that had it been a human hit, they would have been fatal blows no matter what part of the body they hit. Tree branches were bent and hanging from their owners. Four massive holes could be seen. One was bigger than the other as I had spun two consecutive kaiten in the same spot.
That's where I was standing now, in the crater I had never intended to create. I had never intended to do any damage to my surroundings at all, but I had to
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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