RaphaelI rubbed the mud violently, getting it in every crevice of my body. I had to look dirty for them to believe I had no where to go. I ripped the clothes I had acquired from my last stay. It was a shame doing so since they had hardly been worn for long, but I figured I’d have more clothes to wear by the end of the night.Raphael
I grabbed Raphael and examined myself in him. “How do I look? Innocent enough? Lost? Alone? Terrified? I’m sure they’ll believe it.”
Raphael didn’t seem too pleased. It’s been awhile since we’ve played one of our games, he must have been feeling neglected. But I w
Cupid Is Not A Beneficent AllyThe stars hang gently in the deep night sky and also fell upon the tranquil pond. I see a shooting star prance across and I close my eyes. I see him, in all of his perfection. I imagine him holding me and staring at me with affection. I imagine his soothing presence and his loving embrace. I open my eyes.Cupid Is Not A Beneficent Ally
I walk to the pond and gaze into it. I see myself, beaten, bruised, and jaded. I sit my wearied self down upon and tree stump. no he isn't coming.
I take off my soiled shirt and place it down aside of me. I take off my torn jeans and put then with the shirt. And lastly, my underwear. There is no longer
our open eyes your closed mindour open eyes, your closed mind trapped in revolving doors, we freeze in our dance and examine our green world. you view us with eyes like knives— slicing; piercing; debasing. you try to fetter us with words, but the echoes inside of us persist. you think you can force us off of the stage? you and whose army? your body, like gossamer feathers. your mind, like translucent dust. our soul, like spinning tires. you think you can take us on? inside, you are one of us. we detach ourselves from the abode of stones. we transcend the lifeless pattern.our open eyes your closed mind
Snowmen“Do you have a carrot for the nose?” Samantha asked me. I looked across the street at the boys’ snowman. It looked like any other snowman I’d seen before. The hat, the carrot… all the typical paraphernalia. Why must all snowmen be the same?Snowmen
We spent two hours making a huge snowman. It didn’t snow much, and mom told me we couldn’t make a snowman. Sam and I tried anyway. It took awhile, but our snowman was shaped almost perfectly. He didn’t want just a carrot for a nose. He needed to be special. “I’m sure my mom has one, but we should use a banana instead,” I
Crimson RealisationI find myself covered in this dark red mess, its caked all over me.Crimson Realisation
This sickly smell wraps around me, I cannot seem to shake it. It follows me no matter where I go, after those thirty minutes of walking...
I head for the shower. I turn it on, full power and as hot as possible. I must get rid of this awful redness from my body. I cannot take having it on me any longer.
As the clear water falls down, and flows over me, it turns dark red. I shudder at the sight of it, that dark red liquid, just travelling down my body, before reaching the bottom of the shower. Trailing along the ripples on the ground, towards
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