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28. Thwap, slam. 26. Smack, thump, thud. 23. Kill 23 more, that was the objective.
One more body fell under my weapon, and I took a momentary pause to wipe off the blood. The small break allowed me to look around at the carnage: a sea of corpses.
I didn’t want it to be this way, this was supposed to be the last resort. Plan A didn’t show up, and that left me alone. I heard the sound of more footsteps.
I steeled myself for the oncoming attack and raised my fly swatter.
One more body fell under my weapon, and I took a momentary pause to wipe off the blood. The small break allowed me to look around at the carnage: a sea of corpses.
I didn’t want it to be this way, this was supposed to be the last resort. Plan A didn’t show up, and that left me alone. I heard the sound of more footsteps.
I steeled myself for the oncoming attack and raised my fly swatter.
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it rained one year ago today.
so i thought i
was invisible; and i
could hide from you and
your glances that cripple
and
break me.
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so i thought you were
deaf; and you couldn't
hear me and i didn't
have to hide my words
along
with my actions.
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so i thought i was
gone; and you weren't a part
of me anymore, but you found
ways
to stay inside of me when
i was
inside out.
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it is cold outside and i'm
sitting on your porch
waiting for you to
come home
again; i remember one
year ago today, when we stood together
in the streets; in traffic.
we felt free.
we felt safe.
Literature
Ten Butterflies
One for the things
I'm too nervous to say.
Two for the nightmares
That won't go away.
Three for the fears
That still manage to win.
Four for the people
I won't see again.
Five for the boy
I was hiding behind.
Six for the girl
I can't get off my mind.
Seven for the panic
Still stuck in my head.
Eight for the things
I should never have said.
Nine for the voices
That come late at night.
Ten for the lie
That I'm really alright.
Pen-scratch hopes and ink-winged lies
Because I always kill my butterflies.
Literature
A History of Imaginarium
When we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?
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