Disclaimer: Faith isn't mine. If she were, I'd likely be
cuffed to the bed right now. All hail the great and mighty
Joss for creating the baddest grrrl I've lusted after in a
while, and The Creatures for the title. Sioux is a
demigoddess.

Rating: R

Spoilers: season 3 stuff. in other words, no.

Summary: inside Faith's mind.

email: chbkamen@optonline.net

feedback: yes, please, I need to know if this is utter crap
or not. ^_^ But please don't email me complaining about
the odd punctuation and capitalization; it's all purposeful.

author: cheebs!





Splinters : Beautiful Violence, Moving In
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flailing fists and
bottle shards
crimson darkness
drip
drip
dripping
down
onto
stained matress
drip
drip
dripping
like tears that won't come
can't cry
but i can
SCREAM!
drip
drip
drip.
no more please stop i'll be good just love me










tear of flesh
flash of steel
roar of pain
threat of death
and i'm running
and it's dripping
drip
drip
drip.
couldn't save her can't save myself









spun gold and jade and pastel perfection
and everything i'm not.
flashing rainbows
driving beats
writhing
thrusting
longing
needing
drip
drip
drip.
don't know how to love don't know how to be loved









more crimson
drip
drip
dripping from my stake
dripping from my hands
wide jade terror
gotta stop it all
with a
splash.
beginning of the end Chosen Two becoming two









alabaster and iron. toys and Puppy.
they kiss.
i lose her completely.
i love you so much i hate you









murderous jade
cold steel sliding in so warm
more crimson mine
drip
drip
dripping
look at you in big sister's clothes
and i can't even scream
as i f
a
l
l









can feel her here...
but is it her...?

riddles and boxes and miles to go

c
o
u
n
t
i
n
g

d
o
w
n

from 7. 3. 0.

what does it all mean?

(it means you're thinking too much.)

....

you again.

(*smirk* pronoun trouble, girlfriend. you again. or am i HER?)

*smirk* me tell me.

(now i've got it. *smile*)
(so...why ya thinkin' so hard?)

because it's all i can DO. can't scream can't hit can't share my pain

(is it? *raise eyebrow* yeah, all you can do is use that
pathetic lump of grey matter, but there are other uses
besides thought...dreamwalking, f'r instance. did it before...)

...and got HIM killed for it. felt him die. should'a been
HER.
would i still feel so lost?

(*derisive snort* don't lie to yourself. if she'd died, ya
would've too. fire to her ice, yang to her yin...)

...two halves of the whole. i know. just wish she'd get it
already.

(never gonna happen. *shakes head in disgust* B's dumb as a
post when it comes to me. straight as one, too...don't it
just break your heart?)

YES . taste of rust and death. warm steel sliding into hot flesh and i can't even cry. why?

(Denial.)


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Across town, in a quiet bedroom in a quiet house on a quiet
street, tears ran silently down Buffy's cheeks. In a few
hours she would wake with puffy eyes and stuffed nose and
wonder why she couldn't remember crying. For now, though,
her slumbering mind embraced another which reached for hers,
screaming love and betrayal and asking questions for which
there were no easy answers.