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The dark place in my mind
That corner I long to visit
I want to go and be angry
Be black and think of hurting you
But I can't
Too much has gone to you
This is the end of you
Dark shape that still haunts my dreams
Where I push you into flowerbeds
Knock over your things
I feel so much animosity
You ask if I'm still pissed
I almost laugh
You want to know that what you did is alright
Because I'm alright
So no more guilt
Well too bad
I still hate you.
I spit your name like poison from my tongue
The tension is palpable, like hot mist
We cannot joke any more
I say stupid
You say conceited
We laugh, but the
Death: Chapter One: ValentineDeath
Chapter One: Valentine
The cold air of the park prickled her cheeks as she sat on a hard bench just off center from a single streetlight in the inky dark. Her nose almost burned with the cold, and the lamp light highlighted the white puffs that escaped with every breath. The air almost felt hard, like it was closing in around her, holding her down in this one lit place. Her thick coat was itchy against her sensitive neck, and she moved a shoulder to have them rub and thus scratch it.
She had done it this time, really done it. She knew in the dark place that had once been her heart that she could never go back again. The screamed
Chapter 1: The King's SummonsChapter 1
The King's Summons
The Great Hall of the King had seen many queer visitors in its long history as one of the most important buildings in the vast kingdom of Vanir, but none had ever been quite like the girl that now shuffled quietly through its overly ornate front hall. She was small, almost too small to be an adult, and her slight form seemed to be being swallowed at either end by an enormous brimmed hat and large boots that seemed several sizes too big. Her breeches were a dull brown, stained nearly black at the knees with dirt and some odd ominous powder. Her jacket was in stark contrast to the rest of her odd and faded cloth
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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