I watch her walk in and out of the house every day but she doesn’t seem to notice I’m there.

I know if she just gave me a chance that I could help, but sometimes it’s like she purposely avoids me. If she only let me: I could carry some of the burden and make her forget the pain.

People call me manipulative for reaching out at her worst times, but I think if she realizes I love her at her worst...

It’s tall and lanky

Umbrella in hands

Both thin and shaky

Hiding sinister plans

Two eyes of glass

Match a butterfly of blue

With a grin made of wax

That is begging to know you

I don’t know what it is

Whether skeleton or ghoul

But I will not move closer

For I am no fool

Paralyzed by fear

And frozen in time

I wipe a glass tear

_From eyes that are no longer ...

The more they talk, the more she feels it.

Her skin feels flushed and for a moment she worries that even he can feel the heat radiating from her. Time seemed to go faster than ever whenever they were together, at times she even found herself pleading with the clock to slow down.

The nerves in her stomach start to feel less like butterflies and more like cicadas that never seem to stop vibratin...

The sound of the gravel under their feet seems to recoil off the barren trees like a gong; the area being so silent it almost hurts. The air is so stagnant that they aren’t sure whether or not they’re even inhaling properly. The dryness stings their eyes as they try widening them to get a bettter look, realizing soon that there is no better look.

They appear to be entirely surrounded by lifeless...

“Going somewhere?” A deep, masculine voice seemed to chuckle behind me.

The instructions were simple: infiltrate the gala, swap the codes, and avoid the charming spy.

The metal of the vent seems to echo loudly over the muffled music as I snap my hands back to my side. I feel my cheeks start to blush as I shuffle my heels around the lid of the toilet, clearly having been caught.

_“I- uh…...

I peer around before throwing the hood of my jacket over my head. As I take the usual walk home, I find myself listening to the sound of leaves rustling as the wind blows between them. The trees begin to sway more aggressively; strands of my hair escaping from beneath my hood and swinging wildly over my face. I put my hands in my pocket for warmth, noticing a sudden chill in the breeze. The famil...

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, there’s another version of myself staring back. She stands seductively with blood red skin, hollow eyes, and large devilish horns. The room suddenly becomes a swamp-like area with trees that seem to be made up of a strange combination of every season; somehow full of lush green, autumn leaves, and barren branches. I put my hands to the mirror as she mimics my m...