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The children stumbled wearily, hungry.
Upon their backs were twig bundles.
They entered the rundown cottage.
"Is that all you brought? Not enough!"
The pair cowered in terror, tried to hide.
Later, bruises forming and bellies empty,
They worked on their run away plan.
At first light, before dawn's revealing,
They stole into the forest, empty handed.
"We will look for a fire. We will look for food."
Their hearts were fuller than their bellies.
Upon their backs were twig bundles.
They entered the rundown cottage.
"Is that all you brought? Not enough!"
The pair cowered in terror, tried to hide.
Later, bruises forming and bellies empty,
They worked on their run away plan.
At first light, before dawn's revealing,
They stole into the forest, empty handed.
"We will look for a fire. We will look for food."
Their hearts were fuller than their bellies.
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
In the Mirror
She cracks the door just an inch, peering through the crack into the darkness of the room beyond. Lightning flashes through the window, illuminating vague figures standing still. Fingers twitching, mind racing, heart pounding, she pushes through the door and reaches to grab the nearest figure. The white fabric slips silently off as she touches it, revealing the chair underneath. A wry grin finds its way onto her face and she moves through the room. Dust bunnies run from her falling footsteps, jumping quickly then slowly drifting back to the floor. She slides the cloth from several pieces, a table, a couch, more chairs, a trunk, a vanity.
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