I awoke not with a bang, nor a whimper, but a long steaming tongue scraping its way up the side of my face. I wish I could say I was used to it, but fear always grips me when it happens. The creature loomed over me, and I shook. Its ragged claw dragged along my arm, and its breath grew heavier over my own, despite the agonizing cuts this scratch was creating. “I love you,” it gargled. “Just sit down,” it snarled. Every time this happened, I swore to do as it said. In that moment though, the creature lied. I leapt from my bed and scratched at the monster, but it shrieked and pinned me back down. It slashed and bit and chewed my heart. Then the creature left. Twitching like a beetle on its back, I wondered if it would end. Time would allow my heart to regenerate. At some point, I would heal. I lay there, broken, and hissed, “It stops but never ends.”
Is this how it feels? I sit alone In my thoughts Smiling to the one I love I’ve waited for him so but it seems he has to go.
So I lie Stripped down yet sweating And pick up that five eighty page story. Yet despite the rain I hear the TV, noisy as can be. I have to stay, though. There’s light. Hands scramble to smooth out the dog ears Of these pages, so new. It’s time to hide. Return to my foster home. To not remember the one I love All, who tonight, I’ve loved alone.
As I drudged through the snow, my vision deteriorated. Blinking and squinting, I kept going on. Couldn’t I go just a bit further? Despair drew closer, but I kept fighting. Even though my bones ached, I persevered like Lightning in the storm. For hours on end, the darkness grew in the morning. Going on, I would not give up. However many steps I had taken, I could not count. Hope was my best friend at that time. I finally reached the cabin at sunset. Joy filled my eyes and with relief, I sighed. Kissed were my feet by the wooden steps as I stepped into my home. Lolling about was the first thing on my mind after I had eaten, but my work was not done. Mindfully, I took the map out of the chest along with a marker. Now, I was able to fly. Over the course of many days, I searched on that map for connections that led to my true home. Pain in my body tried to consume me, but the comfort of the fireplace sufficed to heal me. Quiet was the morning that I left the cabin. Ready for another journey, I braced myself and told the cabin goodbye. Slowly but surely, with my rations in check, I stepped through the show. Traversing with the map, my fortitude grew. Under the bridge I drove on to work had I found myself. Very tired I was, but I would not give up. Without losing hope, I had found my home. Xanadu landscapes surrounded me. Yellow was the friendly sun. Zipping to my home, I was overjoyed.
As I wrote this, I got so sad..! 90 words.//
Empty inside, he always waits. He is thrown into the trash can, ever so patient. Nobody likes his pearly whites. He has heard so much about Nobody: How she wants him, How she loves him, How she needs him. He is fascinated by Nobody, and wants to know her. After all, she seems to know so much about him. It would only be appropriate. She must be invisible, though, Just like him. “I love you too,” he whispers, “so please call out to me, As I call out to you.”
