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I'm Not a Monster He slammed the man up against the wall grasping him by his throat. His eyes had changed from their normal brown to black pits, his fangs extending as he snarled at the man in front of him who's feet dangled above the ground. He hated people like this, who would prey on the weak to feed their own habits. They didn't deserve to live. His anger however was cut short.
The woman, who he had just saved from a mugging, let out an ear splitting scream and was looking at him with the same terrified expression as the man he held against the wall. He then watched with alarm as the opening of the alley way filled with people, who normally would never have given a second thought about hearing somebody scream.
"Monster!" She screamed again and he flinched dropping the man and taking a step back. "Lady, I just SAVED you!" But she wasn'
Water-Base InkShe paced quietly back and forth along the rim of the roof ledge looking down into the busy almost night traffic in Tampa. She was thinking about all the people down below her who were feeling a large amount of various emotions. Some maybe even having the same emptiness inside gnawing at them while it was still consuming her.
"It's hungry..." she muttered," always hungry."
She stopped her pacing and looked up into the dusky sky as it started to rain, why she didn't know because there weren't any clouds in sight and she could distinctly see the stars coming out. She laughed loudly stepping off the ledge and back onto the roof as she began dancing gleefully in the rain. Something she had heard on the radio once popped into her mind while she was jumping around
"A man once did interviews with people who had tried to commit suicide by jumping off high building and bridges. Everyone that he interviewed, every-single one, said that 2/3's of the way down everything they had thought was so ins
The Wolf of Tirid VieAnd here I stand inside these walls
Of crumbled stone and burned out husks
But the sounds of rebuilding have begun
And a new banner flies in the south
And on into the night.
Yet still they see the light hiding there
Held behind blue and red eyes.
To see a sin with one
An innocent with the other
Long hair then short
Two legs then four
Howl in salute to the moon
To the moon I, we are drawn
All together in a tune, while laugh
Sing and play with the stars
Yet this can never be
For I have yet to see
A queen dance with the wolves
And sing that playful tune,
So I shall dance alone
Inside upon this throne
And never know again of running
With the pack.
The Many Adventures of SqweeksI ran into a wall of confusion
Then fell into a sea of decision
Floundering there till carried to shore
On the back of winged soap bars.
I sat and watched the goldfish flocks
While my line was set for cherries
Nestled safely in the picnic basket
Lighting a purple lamp
To light my way home.
"A star! a star!
Guide me to my spot
Don't let me go round about
My almost star crossed path!"
To see a noise and hear my colors
Whispering on a nightenday
Snow falling warmly on
(But not below)
"I am home."
FirefliesFlying here and there, a torch flaring occasionally
All around me
The warmer weather drawing them out.
A glow and then gone
A flare that they've been spotted
One lands on our toes
Of brothers and sisters.
In the dusky night, black
I hear a whisper in my ear
Of an army still massing
With their little ends flashing
Just to the south.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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