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Pen To Paper

Pen to paper, I’ve lost the words  To tell  To say  To describe  This abstract feeling that comes   When I know that I really don’t  Know anything at all;  When I look at beauty and all I see  Is sadness.  When I look at the…

Iska

Darkness used to be cold, but now warmth is all I feel  In this enclosed shell of mine.  Madness used to drive me on, but now calmness is all I feel  I think it’s a sign, I might go, soon.  I was used to asking…

Cast Iron

 “So… you came…” my father said to me.  I shrugged. “They called. I answered,” was my curt reply.  My father—dead father looked at me from his casket, his once ebony skin the colour of faded parchment… no doubt thanks to the cool temperature from the mortuary…

Belie

Belie  *sniff* *sniff*  Do you smell that?  *sniiiiiff*  That… that metallic ting in the air. It’s a little coppery, isn’t it?  Oh you smell it now, don’t you? Good.  It’s your handiwork. You did it. You should be proud, you know.  What, you aren’t proud? Oh… you’re actually terrified? Hahaha, you’re kidding…

Becky Tail

Did you hear about Becky?  What?  No no no. Not Becky Lady Long Legs, although BL3 was definitely something right? Hehe, yeah. Those legs could wrap around anyone and take them hostage, didn’t matter the sex. Oh you didn’t know? Yeah, L3 swung both ways.   I know, right? She…

Alone

He handed you a gun, “Shoot anyone that comes through that door, reserve one bullet for yourself, just in case.”   Shoving the black pistol into your grip he grabbed you by the neck and kissed your forehead first, before your nose and then your lips.  The kiss barely lasted a minute,…