It’s silent, So silent. The wind blows And leaves rustle, But they are unseen. It is too dark. The stars shine, So bright, Radiant. They are much the opposite; The leaves are noticeable In the day, While the stars shine At night. You can’t always have both.
And it’s so dark, So terrifying, And you can’t think straight, Can’t think at all. It was once good, Once shiny, Now it is nothing, Just blackness.
You are so unbelievably alone When the sun falls. You realize How little you mean In the big scheme of things. You are but one Star in the sky, Unsee during the day, Hardly ever seen at night.
It’s dark and scary And nobody cares enough. Some things must always shine, But you are not one of those things.
It’s dark here And sometimes cold. There is little comfort In the silence. You cannot see, Nor be seen.
It’s dark, Tiny specks lining the sky, Randomly splayed out Like freckles on a face. Those tiny specks are stars. They live there, Unseen. I’ve always wondered, Is there more than this life? The people on this Earth, The hungry, The tired, The gorgeous People, Are they the only ones? Maybe somewhere, So far, Something resides, Happy and content, Showered in love and affection. But can anyone reach it?
The dress is long, ever so slightly striking her shins as she walks. It’s the kind of feeling that grazes your fingertips, touches you in such a gentle way. Silky and smooth, billowing like the waves of the ocean, green, much like the trees, soft, just like the grass. Not too tight, just fitted around the edges, making it feel like it was molded to you, made into your skin as if you never even dressed at all, like it is a warm blanket you envelop yourself into on a cold night. Sometimes it even feels like you are being embraced by a soft being.
Thick blonde hair smacked him in the face, its color radiant. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” the lady said to him. Sunny, he thought, bright, bubbly. She’s exciting. “Don’t worry,” he said, “it’s not every day you get whipped in the face by a pretty lady’s hair.” Her giggle was like the chirping morning birds. Smile so wide, she said, “That is so sweet.” She bought him a cookie, breaking off a tiny piece of her own, her tanned skin moving quickly. Comforting then, he thought. “I have to go, but it was lovely meeting you.” Her wink was evident, so terrible. Her chirpy giggle faded through the air as she walked away.
That girl, with the blonde hair, was a great start to his day. He wasn’t expecting to meet the next person he encountered, though, so she was quickly, painfully forgotten.
“Eek!” The woman’s shriek filled the small office. “Are you okay, Miss?” he asked. Her red nail polish reflected the light, her hips moving as she ran to him. Her curves were sinful. Confident, fiery, dangerous, he noted; her beauty was a trap. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough morning and I spilled my coffee.” He chuckled lightly and moved to help her. He hadn’t met her before, but she looked familiar, encouraging him to get to know her. He was going to ask her name, but he was interrupted by the shiny blade behind her. “I’m sorry,” she said. Dangerous. Red was her favorite color.
I didn’t want to incapacitate her, only demonstrate what I was capable of. She was scared, writhing in the light. It was a sight to behold, to cherish, to laugh at a bit. Funny, I thought, to see someone so strong look so weak. I grabbed her arm and cut, not too deep, but enough to bleed. She yelled and I slapped her, making sure to solidify her silence. I threw her arm down, turned off the light, and left her whimpering in the cold basement.
