Mrs-Durden started a project to share our favorite DD's and feature them in a journal. Something we volunteers can do and everyone else who would love to join in to show our love of Daily Deviations and fellow artists.

Mature Content

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Of All the Places in the UniverseShe was a button girl. Thirteen and already too old to be beautiful with grimy cheekbones accented by listless, golden-gray hair. She spent her time trying to sell her collection, dozens of buttons lined neatly in a haggard box. The large one with tiny flowers etched into them, a plain navy one, and the bright pink button were her favorites. They were the ones she hoped would find a home in some little girl's cherished dress or a mother's apron.
With her coat straining around her, eyes crowded with years of cold and unease, she held out her box to a passerby. Buttons flashed in the muted light, but the man scoffed as he continued past her. She did not smile, but she did not curse him. Instead, she pitied him.
She was seven when she decided to put her faith in rain clouds and the safety that the elderly lady on Oak Street offered once a week. She decided that there is no blinding light inside her, but there was still love in other people. She saw it whenever her buttons passed from her 'nothing' is a raptor*** Listen to me read this piece:  
When I tell you "it's nothing" you usually hear:
the clouds are dark
and rough like elephant skin
and I'm caught up
in the folds of an ear,
tangled and desperate for relief
but unsure how to flip myself an escape.
You usually hear:
the world is still turning 
on its axis 
and I am left breathless, breaking....
broken in more ways than I can count on my hands,
broken in more ways than I can put a name to,
broken in more ways than I can ever explain.
It's not that simple, really.
Really, "nothing" is a raptor
dragging furrows down my sides,
screaming unintelligible.
"nothing" is horseshoes and handgrenades
in my chest
and the only difference between them
is the size of the crater they leave
after touch down.
"nothing" is a snapdragon
teeth latched in tender skin
tugging at the hidden heart of me...
begging, taunting,
bleeding me out because my gasp goes unheard
in the chaos and "nothing" is a parched throat
clogged with all the utterance demonlogy          remember remember
                       the whispers of november -
                     but wait, this isn't a revolution
                                it's not even a rebellion
                           your white flag doesn't drop anything but morale
                                           the one man army of nothing
              staggered steps and dried tongues,
                       cracked lips begging for Legion
                 



You can find the original journal here and remember to use the hashtag #DDHighlights so we can find your journals!

My Daily Deviation HighlightsWelcome to a Community Volunteer project in which we will be highlighting our favourite Daily Deviations featured within the recent weeks! We would like to encourage the community to join in on this project by simply going through the Daily Deviations page and collecting some of their favourite pieces of art within a journal titled "My Daily Deviation Highlights"! We hope this project will help spread awareness and love for Daily Deviations and our fellow deviant artists!
Use the hashtag #DDHighlights so we can find your journals!