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"Avenge me" the words fell softly from her blue lips, her eyes hungry, held mine. I nods my head dazed as the red and blue lights illuminate the dark.
The wind hauls so violently. Feet so high off the hard ground. The hard force blowing relentlessly. Hair falling up against the sky. Naked bodies cuddling, so close to die.
A dark, foul taste filled my mouth. I didn't know what was going to happen but I knew it wasn't going to be good. Nightshade, nightshade. Why could I remember nothing else.
They didn't know she was bleeding inside, It was unclear why she was crying: It happened so suddenly - no time for mourning, And then she told she was dying.
The digits of her fingers had turned a plum colour; her once curvaceous legs now appeared as if they belonged to a fragile, broken elderly woman.
Butterflies, Flutter by. Yet they can't help me, While I die. My life flashing, Before my eyes. Death has quite, An odd disguise. Inside you, my friend. Is where he lay. But why was it, My time today.
There he lay, still, whole and so beautiful in my arms. I held him tightly as if to let go would mean the end of me and the end of my entire being.
Didn't head my own expedition. Didn't call my own conditions. I was never the one. I was never the special one. Did I take it for granted. Did I pull my own chain. I was never that one.
I clutched his hand. It was a smooth, cold reminder that he was gone forever. I could never kiss his lips again, hug his waist, poke his ribs, or share a secretive smile with him again. He was gone.
This is my death. It's obvious From the moment His thumbs press Gently into the hollows Of my throat. First there's panic; I can't shift his iron grip. I want to breathe But can't. I punch and kick.
This is a tragically real event (I wish it wasn't) It was a huge gale blowing and after school we had to go out through the emergency back doors (hell knows why) meaning we had to walk through the...
Wake Up Quick. They are coming, coming, Blood in their eyes. Gunpowder on their faces. Fire in their hands. Destruction in their hearts And your house is the target.
It was one in the morning, I unlock the door trying to rush in without making any noise, without waking her up and having her notice that I had been drinking all night.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Laughter crept in as the Nguni were settled and accounted for. They had water and maize.
Waking up, trembling with fear, The memory shedding another tear, Reminding me of the past dream, That woke me up in a painful scream.
Quaking with shhhivers, All snuggled in bed. Not sure if it's cooooold, Or just in my head. I pull the covers up hiigh. Chhattering teeth to stop. Thinking of hot places, the cold comes out on top.
The stillness of the blood in my veins, pains my un beating heart. As my final breath hangs on free flowing chains, My fear is for now we must part.
We head out the door. I get in the car. It's a bit of a drive, so I put my headphones in and play something to set the mood, "Rues Farewell" a track from the Hunger Games.
The cars wheels span furiously and whirled the plumes of smoke in my direction. Dry blood coated the steering wheel and fresh blood streamed down my shaking leg towards me.
The sand is running low and soon my children I must go. My heart with love for you is filled, but soon it's healing must be stilled. I leave no treasures of any kind, only my love I leave behind.
I pulled up outside the address. Ambulance was already on scene.
Down the street Dogs barking In my own home the musky smell of My wife and daughter between And their breaths steady in and Out in chorus told me They had deep dreams I dreamt with them, yet I...
I'm falling asleep, My body is getting colder, My hearts searching for just one last beat. I've been shot down to the core all that's on my mind is defeat.
My grandfather had a large farm. I would eat unhealthy amounts of fruit from the cold mornings thru the hot summer days. He opened a fruit stand and one day asked me to watch it for a minute.