"The Lord be with you." "And with your spirit," the low rumbled saying came from the pews before the priest, their response out of habit, not love. I rapped my knuckles on the hardwood of the seat in front of me, making the dark-haired girl sprawled across a song book stir in drowsiness.

I needed to leave.

Hurriedly, I stumbled into the aisle, my toe bashing against a kneeler placed in the down...

"Jackie, sweetie, why are nervous?" Wilma's pale fingertips whisked across Jackie's quivering lip, her face holding a petrified look. Wilma observed the girl in some twisted admiration. The skinny blonde, dressed in a tiny red tank top and beige shorts, lay on the cool floor of her dining room, the moonlight reaching her glossy eyes, reflecting porcelain rays in a spectacular fashion. She was so b...

"Angel, wake up."

The room was crowded with a dull buzzing sound. Ximena shook her head, as she felt she saw double. For the first thing, the woman/man infront of her looked tall/little and very robust/ petite and stared at her in contempt/pity.

The one beside them nudged them softly/harshly. "Don't get her hopes up! You only need to deliver the information required."

She/he sighed. Xim...

Staring at the wall,

Hand open wide,

Once in yours,

Every night you would call,

Your eyes washed over me like a tide,

Your doing fine by my source,

I wish that wasn't all,

Tv reruns of us where i bide,

You ate my heart as a course,

Drank my liberal mind in a glass tall,

While I tore yours open without remorse....

I would never start,

For no one plans for before,

only now and after,

So why would I love what stands behind me,

Craning my neck to see you,

Only causes pain,

So I do not look at the navy sky,

But the tangerine sun in the distance,

The past gives no hope like the future does....

I can hear the noise,

Please cancel it out for me,

Lay you hands over my ears,

As you cry softly,

As I do too,

For the exhaustion is eternal,

But we are not,

So lean on my shoulder,

As the night stays,

It will stay until we become ground,

Until we become grass,

Until we are flowers,

Until we are cut,

Best way of time,

But the sphere may die as we do,

Oh well,

The noise silences our pleading voice...

Her voice breaks. She wears baggy clothes underneath her large figure. I stare at her from afar while she makes eye contact with him. It's entertaining, really, hearing her shriek again for the third time this day. Entertaining how she often hushes my singing or joyous laughs. I grin ear to ear, while she walks away, into her dark room.

People often roll their eyes at me. I understand, they may ...

It shrieks well into the night,

When the lights flicker off,

Loathing the ones around,

Itching to escape its domestic encagement,

Scratching and tearing at my skin.

I fear it's too powerful,

Its claws of faux cotton,

A soft perspective but harsh reality,

My hidden creation,

Jaws chained by day,

But words blurted through the muzzle.

My monster is deemed too unfit,

No one will accept it,

For its s...

"Verne, I can't see anything." "Neither can I," he responded, his voice raspy and coarse, for they had been without water for three days, desperately trying to drink the droplets that clung to the stone walls in which they were held. Ambrose was awoken suddenly, moments before they were shoved through a corridor to all the eyes that the arena allowed.

Or that is what he assumed it was.

He trie...

My feathers ruffle in the robust breeze,

It forces me back into my haven,

But I will persist,

For I do not know of the trees that lay beyond mine,

The perspectives of the sun to encounter,

For I am certain of none of it,

And none is my dreams,

For I live as the bug in the air,

The snake in the grass,

And everywhere in between,

For one lives a thousand lives,

Only if it lives in others,

Of those be...