How much satisfaction would you gain if I divulged the verity of how you still haunt me ( Read more... )

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A cluster of children were at my feet. I looked at them helplessly as they pulled me down. They each had a go at smearing paint on my face and I made no effort to shield their attacks. The other teachers attempted to help me but the children resisted. It was all fine, I didn't really care if my face and clothes were defiled with paint. It was the ( Read more... )

[House upon the hill ( Read more... )

It has been a while since I’ve really written. I go through these periods of time where I open up socially, and completely block out thought. After I grow uncomfortable with company, I alienate myself for a couple of months with very little sunshine or food with the occasional “hello” and “goodbye”. I feel as though I’ve lost touch with myself, ( Read more... )

This morning is the morning of bothering ( Read more... )

Ashes are the result of what our supposed sparks create ( Read more... )

Hands around my throat ( Read more... )

We were at the peak of our inebriation. Our arms were plastered with bumps, ribcages cracking from frustration, and mouths bitter with guilt. It marked another night that did not end well. I looked at you as I struggled to stand still. The room was vibrating with great vigor; I refused to succumb to its shaken state. Your eyes were sullen once ( Read more... )

The water collects ( Read more... )