Anxiety filled her body as her teacher stands over her shoulder

Breaths being released and brushing over her neck

Cringing as he whispers in her ear how mature she is

Dread filling her body as she realized all the students left

Feeling stuck as he watches her like shes prey

Guilt fills her body as she walks home

Hiding out in her room as she bathes in self loathing

Insomnia hits as she stays a...

I watch the trees pass by at a pace so fast they all look like green blurs of motion. As I watch and attempt to count each tree we pass, I hear my mother speak from the front. "This cannot keep happening, I cannot pick you up everyday because you say something rude to the teacher," I furrow my eyebrows, I wasn't rude. I did not do anything wrong, he was teaching the class a completely inaccurate m...

I'm too clingy. It's off putting to humans, I guess. They come in my premises and they start crying or muttering, "I can't escape, your suffocating me...". I don't mean harm, I know I overwhelm them to the point that they feel like I am restricting them and they panic, but I swear its not my intention. It's just what I am I guess, and I wish I could change it. ...

Water is lapping between my chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of my heart. Moving at a thunderous pace, overwhelming me. I look around. My eyes could not discern anything the night masking every and anything. I never realized how dark the night is before, the city lights always brightening the sky. Never actually pitch black. But as I feel the cold water lapping up my body, waiting fo...

There was no one outside at the local park. The birds had all stopped chirping and what replaced the silence was the murderous booming thunder, as the cloud channels open to let the lighting out. The flowers once buzzing with life, practically dancing, are now solemnly drooping as they carry the overbearing weight the rain droplets create. The concrete walking path, riddled with worms, and drownin...

Too perfect. If someone asked me to describe the new house we are moving in to thats what I would say; Too perfect. The picket fence a little too white, the grass a little too green, and the neighbourhood a little to pristine. In fact it is so perfect I find it weird no one already lives here. My wife says it is a sign from the universe that this is where we are meant to be, just our luck that we ...