Short Story: 'Curses'

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Note: Okay so i'm definitely never posting something like this on tumblr in three separate posts ever again!! like an idiot I'd switched to the new post editor and thought "this is fine, right?" but it wasn't actually because I couldn't fit more than ten images in one post and I'd changed my url like three times since I made those posts... (I was having an id crisis bear with me)

So that's why I've decided to post it all here. The original posts on tumblr will stay up though - if I was bold enough to post it I might as well live it down lmao

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SYNOPSIS: A story told in lyrics and pictures about Ophelia and Johnny's relationship, primarily from Ophelia's perspective. It focuses on her reliance on Johnny to keep herself stable, and her anxiety over the possibility of losing what little she has left.

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CURSES - THE CRANE WIVES

There’s a fire in my brain and I’m burning up
Oh my, oh my


Keep running for the sink but the well is dry
Oh my, oh my


Every word I say is kindling
But the smoke clears when you’re around


Won’t you stay with me, my darling
When my walls start burning down, down, down?


This house says my name like an elegy
Oh my, oh my


Echoing where my ghosts all used to be
Oh my, oh my


There’s still cobwebs in the corners
And the backyard’s full of bones


Won’t you stay with me, my darling
When this house don’t feel like home?


When this house don't feel like home?


Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust


The devil's after both of us


Oh, lay my curses all to rest


Make a mercy out of me...


This tired old machine is a-rumbling
Oh my, oh my


Singing songs to the secrets behind my eye
Oh my, oh my


All my aching bones are trembling
And I may yet fall apart


Won’t you stay with me, my darling


When the war starts in my heart?


When the war starts in my heart?