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I write for the same reason I breathe.


These are amazing. End of story.


Critiquing? Moi? Wonders never cease. Aaand off we go. (I really do hate these star rating things. They're really not quantifiable at a...




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There is something different about my face.

Upon meeting me, most people look just a little too long or flick furtive glances when they think I’m not looking.

I was born in China and the water in most rural areas has to be boiled to sterilize it before it’s clean to use.  At 4 months old, a bottle of baby formula and scalding water with a loose cap resulted in a burn scar about the size of a gold dollar coin on the left corner of my mouth.

In preschool, the other children would reach out with clammy fingers to touch my face, knowing it wasn’t the same as theirs. They’d pull back, equally fascinated and repulsed at the rough texture.

When I was 4 years old, I went through surgery because the positioning of the scar was inhibiting my mouth from opening all the way. In a matter of a few hours, the surgeons had made some small adjustments, ensuring that my mouth would be fully functional and shifting the scar in such a way that it would fold into the lines around my mouth as I got older. By the time I’m 65, the small patch of skin will melt into the edges of my smile.

The stitches and redness healed in only a few weeks, but I spent the time hiding behind my hair, hoping no one would notice.

Growing up, I quickly became very used to questions and unsolicited comments from my peers and adults alike: What’s that on your face? What happened? Do you remember it? Does it hurt? What does it feel like? Over and over and over again. By the time I was five, I’d memorized my responses: it’s a scar, I was burned as a baby, I don’t remember it, it doesn’t hurt because it’s dead skin, it feels like my face. I was able to answer automatically and nearly (but not quite) suppress my shame and embarrassment.

“She always has something on her face,” a neighbor commented to my mother, seemingly uncaring that I was within earshot. My mother grimaced but answered with the grace and patience only my mother has. She coldly informed the neighbor it was a scar and added that comments about her daughter were unnecessary.

My parents taught me how to deal with the endless questions and staring as well as they could, and assured me the scar would continue to fade with time. But every time I caught someone staring, I wished they would just leave me alone.

Preteen years are awkward enough without standing out for any reason, let alone a reason I couldn’t change. I’d stand in front of the mirror, alternately covering and uncovering the little patch of skin with my hand, wondering what I’d look like without it. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the contrast between smooth and wrinkled. I imagined peeling it off like a sticker, finding “normal” skin underneath.

As I grew older, however, I also grew up. People, for the most part, stopped asking rude questions and I stopped caring whether they noticed or not. My friends and family have all said they forget I even have a scar at all.

My parents have offered me the option of additional surgery to reduce the scar and make it less noticeable, but I’ve never wanted to. I’ve considered it, but even at the height of my discomfort with myself, it didn’t feel right to change something that was so fundamentally a part of me.

It still stings if someone mentions my scar or when I see people looking, but the problem is with them, not with me. I have never covered it up with makeup and never attempt to hide behind my hair out in public.

My scar, as embarrassing and inconvenient as it had been growing up, was also “character building,” as my dad would say. I refuse to be ashamed of what makes me who I am. After all, it doesn’t inhibit my ability to eat, speak or breathe.

And most importantly, it’s never inhibited my ability to smile.
Skin Deep
I've never written about this topic and I'm pretty happy overall with how it turned out. However, I think the ending is really cheesy. Thoughts/comments?

Also featured here:…
Do it, they mocked. He's never seen anything like you.
You could break the crooked thing.

She sinks onto his sheets.
The bed smells like a long day's work.

He wavers in the doorway.
He knows iron and marble,
Hears no one's breath but the bellows.
She's never seen anything like him.
His voice shocks her -
It is searching, like a lantern in a mine.

She melts under his hands like molten gold.
He trembles, bent-winged like a sparrow.
Calloused fingers cradle,
Cheeks smudge with soot.

She is no trophy, no toy,
No thing abandoned on a pedestal.
Her laugh, his favorite sound
Ringing like wedding bells.
Her darling mountain man - deep doe eyes
And taut muscle beneath burnished skin.

Stay. He is simple. Stay here.
She does not want to go back.
Anvil and steel are a new language,
Long hair sheared short, pliant arms become hard and lean.
No one will miss her.
No one remembers his name.
Jagged, they called him. Broken.
But together they weld, palm to palm, breast to breast,
Rooted and solid and whole.
Hephaestus and Aphrodite's story. 

There's a lot going on here so I have a few questions! 
:bulletblue: Is too much imagery going on?
:bulletblue: Is the story itself understandable?
:bulletblue: Does it need stanzas to break it up more?
:bulletblue: How does it make you feel?

Critique for theWrittenRevolution…
She came with me, you see.
Swallowed whole, licked her lips.
Juice stained her mouth.
She bared her sharp little teeth and asked for more.
My bird-boned bride with a lion’s heart-
I am tender with her.
She soothes and comforts, encompasses and intoxicates,
The dearest demon I’ve ever seen.
I have never loved the light;
It has been harsh and hot and there was nothing I wanted there.
But she is full of earth, of growing things.
She carries golden summer in her laugh.
When above is barren, she is warm.
She is so alive.

Souls drift through my land, solitary and silent.
(What sad creatures these men become.)
When they wail in the night, I press my knees to the ground,
Listening for her voice at my gates.
Wait, she calls. Soon.

She sweeps in with the first of the rains,
As the trees sway, dancing their autumnal rhythm,
As the leaves whither and fall,
As the petals collapse into memories.
Her ivy fingers twine in my hair and I twine around her.
The storm breaks.
I touch her and I am home.


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Goodness gracious, everyone. dA never fails to make me feel so loved and appreciated. Really and truly, I am so honored by my third DD on Exhale! I absolutely can't believe the lovely comments and faves I've gotten from you all. I am the luckiest girl in the world. :heart:

Much love to SilverInkblot for suggesting the piece! :tighthug:

I realize I've been posting a deviation every few months and a journal about twice a year. As most of you know, I'm not all that active on dA anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate every single comment, fave, llama, watch, etc. just as much as ever. :icongrouphugplz:

Updates on my life in general: 
:bulletblue: One year of college down, three more to go. It was such a busy, strange year and I wouldn't have missed it for anything. 
:bulletblue: My family moved to a new apartment! I got rid of a ton of stuff, which is good. De-cluttering every now and then is healthy.
:bulletblue: I'm working two jobs this summer, plus babysitting. (We getting money!! Not a lot though!!)
:bulletblue: I'm seeing this lovely human being next month and I absolutely can not wait.
:bulletblue: Trying to stay as hydrated as possible! 
:bulletblue: I'm happy. :heart:

As always, feel free to follow me on my tumblr

So how are you guys? I hope you're all happy and doing awesome things this summer. :la:


P.S. (I need music suggestions if you have any to offer!) 
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: Lorde
  • Reading: Chang and Eng by Darin Strauss
  • Watching: Friends
  • Drinking: Water


Indigo Skyes
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United States
I read like an absolute maniac. Music is my oxygen. I'm a hope(less) romantic. I love meeting new people and trying new things because there's just so much in life. I will always and forever be figuring things out and there are some things I'll never figure out, but that's okay. I will dance to any kind of music, with anyone, and anywhere. Even if I don't know the lyrics, I'll try to sing along with them at the top of my lungs. My friends are the most wonderful people in the universe. My family puts up with me like no one else, and I love them for it. I believe in magic, love, the impossible being possible, and that everyone has a skeleton or twelve in their closet.
I don't think that I'd like to be anyone else but me.

I measure life in love.

Current Residence: Somewhere over the rainbow
Personal Quote: "I exist as I am, and that is enough." - Walt Witman

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lintu47 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! :wave:
Thank you for the :+favlove:
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Tag a quality deviant: You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! Heart
IndigoSkyes Featured By Owner Jan 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, lovely! :hug:
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IndigoSkyes Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
MustafaSEZER Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Always best wishes :)
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Thanks for the fave! :)
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:party: Happy Unbirth day :party:
IndigoSkyes Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Why thank you. (:
iamadem Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
You're very kind for all of those! I'm sorry for being so late, I haven't spent a lot of time here in the past few weeks, or months, or something. :heart:

We must catch up soon! I hope you're well. :)
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