How do we all shatter into different tiny pieces?

Rose tried very hard to back away but knocked into a chair. Her legs were long and pale and not at all used to running. They weren't even used to moving freely. Her body was like a sack filled with bulky potatoes; her mind blank as though blown clean of intelligent activity; her soul hungry but her heart taking over...

Wasn't that the destruction of all things? The heart?

She put her arms over her face. Not again. Please... I'm so tired.
A sob broke free and the soft pink smoke took up residence once more, filling every crevice of her mind with urges and whispers.

~

Eden kicked out aimlessly and let her leg fall back to the other one, staring at the mark on her shoe. Had that always been there? Or-
"Get yer wig on!" came a voice and she felt something suddenly on her head. A year eleven was ruffling her hair.
"Hey-!" she jerked back.
He grinned at her as he sauntered past, gave her the tick sign, and turned away, catching the sunlight streaming in from the windows.
Eden gasped. "Jared!" she called out after him.
The boy turned.
"You've got something on your face," Eden pointed to her own cheek, "Just here."
Jared grinned and then laughed.
"No, you do."
She squinted- was it? It had to be, she'd spent all morning looking at it- yes, he had a smear of fairy dust shining black and blue on his right cheek. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Just here-" she called again, a little frantically, but he laughed her off, turned, and walked into an open locker door.
Oh.
"Fuck!"
Eden spun around and ran.

~

Brandi looked down at the note in her hand. The envelope felt like it was worth one hundred dollars exactly. It was thick, creamy white with a shine to it like proper wedding invite envelopes; like there was a piece of parchment inside asking her to high tea with someone royal.
Her heart fluttered for no reason as she knew what it was.
She slid the envelope open and watched her long, thin fingers pull out a small, black, square card with white writing scrawled on one side.
"North wall. Five up seventeen across. Laters be cut." Brandi read out-loud. Laters be cut? she thought with a frown. The wind chased strands of her hair about in front of her face so it really did look like the words had been cut, but what did that mean?
She blew out a breath and looked across at the school gate, her heart still wild and her hair tasting like caramel for some reason. One thing could be said about Deeta: he wasn't as cryptic as he thought he was.

~

"You don't put Amorath in with Emerald, the effects are far too great," Alyssa said with a hint of exasperation and, once again, crossed out Frances's handwriting and scribbled in her own.
"Amorath? I didn't say Amorath-"
"It's right here, look 'Am- oh..." she brought the notebook closer to her face.
"Careful!"
Alyssa felt Frances pull her out of harms way but she was too busy to pay much attention. "Allium?"
"I wrote Amomum, it's cardamom," Frances said around her lollipop.
Alyssa rolled her eyes, "We're not using proper names, Frances! Just put Cardamom in!"
"It's for code purposes!"
"Jeez. Anyway-" she ran her eyes down the page. There were a lot of errors. She had no hope of fixing it all in the next five minutes. She could feel her hands start to shake and her chest tighten at the very thought.
"Come on Aly, we're running out of time."
"Ok! Ok... umm, do you have the potion?"
Frances took out a small bottle from her skirt pocket that was filled with green liquid. "And I have the incantation." She held up a tightly rolled piece of paper tied with string that had been artistically burned at both edges.
"Good, ok. Let's go behind that tree."
Shielded from the main road, Alyssa dropped two light blue pills into Frances's outstretched hand and took two herself.
Relief flooded her body like a burst water balloon.

~

Are we The Waiting?

I spent the last year as a ghost.

And there were frightfully dull moments,
I'd had enough of my opponents
closing in
proposing things
like failed virtues and exposing sins.

The haze surrounding my fragile creature,
I tried so hard to come out and meet her
halfway
but she'd stray,
back unseen where she spent her days.

And I fought, I'll tell you now,
I fought so hard I had forgotten how
far I'd come,
but we were both too numb,
repelling ourselves until we became too dumb.

In my mind I'd gotten weaker,
failing all to try and free her
supposed light,
I'd lost my sight.
and instead I'd set my fear alight.