Dance With You The pages were blurring before my eyes, their ragged edges becoming smooth, a hint that my time was almost up. I stared into my granddaughter’s eyes as she hovered over me. I stared until they became her eyes, until time came back to me, flowing into my brittle bones, reminding me of what I had left behind.Dance With You
“Kali, what on Earth?” she came running to me, her hair pulled up beneath a top hat, her lithe body hidden beneath a man’s overcoat and suit.
“You like?” she did a quick twirl, modeling off her latest fashion statement.
“What
An Eye For An EyeAn Eye For An EyeAn Eye For An Eye
You’re supposed to be there for me. I’m always there for you. You’re words are a testaments to me; I follow them to the letter as any disciple should. Yet here I am, I ask for something simple, I ask for your hand as we die. But you shake it from me; you continue to live when you know I cannot. No is the word that falls from your lips, it is the word that brakes me heart, it is the word that forces me anew. So here I am, I stand before you and I no longer need you. I don’t need to feel your heart just to know I’m alive, or at least that is what I tell myself, because in truth, I lie. I h
Forever in Your PainForever In Your PainForever in Your Pain
Being told what you write, for you put everything you have into every word you inscribe, blood coming from your pen. It is dark and black as it stains the snowy pages, running from your wrist and into their polluted innocent minds. It burns in the heart, the soul and the mind. But worse is in the stomach as the acidic anger churns and burns, running down the sides, filling you with blinding life. You gain time from it. So with every hateful word that runs spilling from their lips, you live a little longer as anger rushes through your veins. Its searing pain wakes you yet causes you to sleep, attempting to esc
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