Birds circled overhead. One was blue, the other was red. It wasn't as simple as a bluejay or a cardinal. This one had rigid edges and had its wing had been snipped off the previous morning. Both birds have the inability to fly away. Only then could a torch with a flame big enough to burn down a village truly kill the Mockingbird....

A 1980 PacMan coin operated arcade machine, fine dining next to a mini sized pizza joint. The overhead stove lighting illuminating over the retro machine like it's a museum's prized possession, with _glory _written in bold letters. An art piece of that magnitude would cost a fortune. Your wallet cries out while you pull your newly acquired debit card from it's sleeve. The crisp reflection catches ...

When I look, a reflection succeeds. It sees the past, present, and future in green. A bit of a common color if you ask me.

Like seaweed to water is leaves to a branch. Or like the dress to Tinkerbell, crafted hand in hand.

A childhood story that lights up like magic, but every story wishes to be seen first untold.

No more questions, nothing can be seen with a keen eye.

My green reads in staine...

Twisted beneath the heel of the blade was his sinister laugh radiating off the perfect shred the blade carried. His reflection stained on my mind, the six inch steel into the root of her abdomen.

_'The last thing I have.' _Those words slipping, giving him just enough power on the tip of his tongue. The same taste of a hollowed tree trunk, full of winters meal and swiped by natures prey.

Both cal...

Her eyes drip with blue like God kissed her mother's too.

Her beauty that she shared hidden by the complexion's shared.

Only hidden behind the bangs from a parties simple, 'I dare.'

No more party favors, no more sunlight left to share.

She was just a dupe, so tired of stares...

Your twin is here she walks the stair,

Peak performance from fake circles, haha 'I care.'

They know what it feels like...