MascaraHer stained eyelids Blink their way through A layer of wet mascara. It has soiled her.Mascara
Rubbing over her features, The darkness of it Spreading all over her body. Blotting her.
She could be mistaken For an army-person, Camouflage. Marking her.
She put on another coat, Just for it to Slide down her face again, Desperate for freedom.
She cries out To be rid of the black. But the spidery trail, Lingers on her cheek.
2669-BIn the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.2669-B
If she counts slowly.
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So
Alice in WonderlandShe sits by the windowAlice in Wonderland
Head in hand
Lost in her mystic
Wonderland
Where fairies fly free
Across the sky
And a beanstalk stretches
A million feet high
In a world where true love
Is a wish a way
She likes to laugh
And play all day
For when she’s gone
She cannot feel
The tears and pain
She must conceal
One slipper safe
One slipper gone
Among these tales
She can belong
In a world apart &nbs
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens
1 My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he’ll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. ‘Cam,’ he will call to me, and I’
