One Last SongThey didn't see the signs.
They should've read between the lines.
Her lifestyle they scorned,
and for this reason, they mourned...
She suffered in silence.
Her sorrow, a cadence.
With her life they had gambled,
but with her world in shambles,
they had gone all-in and lost.
They should've known the cost...
In front of the grave, a boy thought of the girl he'd forsaken.
He wished this was a nightmare from which he'd awaken.
He was her high-school sweetheart,
but they had drifted apart.
Once he had left her alone,
the suicidal thoughts found a home...
On her guitar, sad notes she played,
whilst overhead, a noose had swayed.
From quivering lips, she sang one last time.
Shutting out a million thoughts, she managed a rhyme...
"Mother, father, I have a confession...
This song shall never be completed,
for I battled with depression,
and depression succeeded..."
just a girlimagine hearing the yowl
of a door hinge in the gloom of
you break free
from the sugary brain syrup
of your dream to see
him standing there, haloed by
the moon like a hideous angel,
wheezing and smoking a cigarette.
he blows a smoke ring and
displays his crumbling teeth
in a beastly parody of a grin.
alcohol hovers in a cloud around
his head. you feel an electric
spider of fear dance up your spine.
like a lion, he moves in
for the kill.
he is already hard.
he yanks back the covers,
a moth-eaten blanket that smells
of semen and mould,
parts your legs with ease and
invades your warmth like a
the pain, the pain, the pain.
hot breath of a dusty skeleton
against your cheek.
the smell, the smell, the smell.
just a girl, forever your ragged lips
form the words help me while
he bites your earlobe hard enough
to draw blood.
a silent scream erupts, an ejaculation
that matches his,
and you don't know if you can yell
Just a Taste.I knew what would happen.
That's why I slammed every locked door wide open for just one single night with you,
let my lips crash into yours, tasting you like fine wine, getting intoxicated off your texture.
I dared to sink into the pool of warmth you made, limbs desperate to touch, to brush,
your eyes eating me alive, tearing me apart, my freshly tainted lips confessing my desire,
while yours strung out fogs of smoke, hinting that this, too, was merely a guilty illusion.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.
But I knew what would happen.
That's why I didn't push you to finish the sentences that you dropped, forgot unexpectedly,
why I didn't clutch you to my chest, whisper a coo in your waiting ear, dream of tomorrow.
My mind knew before my heart could accept that strange gaze that struck your coffee circles,
The past memories I choked up, that old flavor resurfacing when I finally put it all together,
But still I bathed in the emotion, luxuri
Wings Part 3
PART 3: Grey Wings!
I actually passed out from the pain . . . and of blood loss a couple times. The bend of my wings penetrated through, but it got stuck halfway, now the rest of the wing is trying to move upward, making the pain stretch downward to the middle of my back.
I'm up to three days now. It's dark outside. I think it might be midnight. So in technical terms it's been two and a half days.
Mom plans to stay home from work to stay by my side and dad is going to do the same. Dad decided to get a job in searching for people. Eighty-five percent of the time the people he searches for are angels or demons. Seventy percent of the time they're demons. He works all night so he can stalk immortals he can pinpoint and match that immortal with the picture he was given. The job is easier when the person he's searching for is immortal. If they're mortal it takes some time for him. Since he's good at hi
Wings Part 2
PART 2: It Starts!
I follow after him and into the house. Mom is already in the kitchen searching the fridge for something to eat to satisfy her pregnant craving. Since she and dad found out she's pregnant again she's been craving nothing but beef jerky dipped in chocolate milk.
Mom peeks around the door and sees me. "Honey, what are you doing home?" she asks.
"Wings are close to sprouting," my dad answers casually and kisses mom on the cheek.
"Yep. Your baby is going to go through a whole world of pain," he smiles.
"Thanks for reassuring me dad . . ." I say grimly.
"Sorry kid," he shrugs.
I turn over to mom with a grim look. "Why mom? Why did you marry an immortal?"
"How was I suppose to know all my kids wo