she died this morning, her bony little hands clutching her pigeon chest, a look almost of relief on her tiny face. sitting upright on the hard chair he feels a cold black thrill, like the Nazi he is. what will he do now? he's not used to being alone. he goes upstairs where the Body lies, his mouth twisting into a maelstrom of rage as he mutters a curse on those merciful spirits who have taken her from him.he'd kill her ag...
I remember mydressclose-fitting andblackimprisoning my body like shrink wrapI remember myhairlong and darkbrownwith a narrowband of velvettight over myfrownI remember that daywe made ourplansand with promises likea welding torchyou said you would never desertmeyour eyes two blotches ofsealing waxrevealingnothing.now I amyoursforever;andfrom where youcutyour name from my neck to mysleeveI bleed red dropswhenever youleave
Often times, the thought of inexistence crosses my mind. It’s excruciating, the things I have to go through—indeed life was the bitch that has to be dealt. There were even those mournful nights when I wished upon that dead star—shining brightly in the blanket of darkness, that I was void of any emotions. That I was as hard as a hard as a rock; colder than the north pole. Nevertheless, reality has its ways of slapping that...
In the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.A light drizzle through the haze,Orange light posts shine along the street,Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.Hard cruel and dangerousBut beautiful too.I walk the city late at night,Just me, my music, and my gun.
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The gentleman held out his sword,And told the girl to dance."Dance upon this sword, my love,And sing upon my blade;Twist the sunbeams into braidAnd sing with all your heart.Show me how you love me deeply,And dance, and dance, and dance."And so, the girl, with utmost pride,Her feet, so pink and bare,Rose up and danced upon the bl...
Nothing in my experiences was anything as brutal as this. Back and forth all day I had to carry four buckets that weighed at least a ton each, filled with luminous sapphire blue water. If that wasn’t enough staying close to Fei was very difficult; she lifted them all up like they were nothing but a stack of pillows, then zoomed off like a race car. Although it pretty much was a life or death matter. Solarite guards patrol...
