Katie Hauch
Just a college drop out trying to figure out my life and find my love of writing again.
Katie Hauch
Just a college drop out trying to figure out my life and find my love of writing again.
Just a college drop out trying to figure out my life and find my love of writing again.
Just a college drop out trying to figure out my life and find my love of writing again.
I felt the tingle on my lips but I felt no jealousy It was my special day Dressed all in white I looked down with admiration As the love of my life Bestowed a quick peck To the little girl who lights up my world The two parts of my soul combining to become one. My daughter and my husband A family.
A rainbow in gray scale A meadow in black and white A sky that’s a void A forest that is nothing but silhouettes.
Winter without its colorful lights Fall without its flaming leaves Spring without blooming greenery Summer without its deep blue sea.
I wait day by day For the color to return I wait day by day For you to bring the color back with you.
You’ve awaken things in me I had never known before. You’ve made me knew Forged in your love.
My body is the same Yet different. A flame ignited beneath Your finger tips.
My mind is the same Yet different. Softened by the caress Of your words.
My soul is the same Yet different. Fused with your own beautiful soul I finally feel whole.
You’ve awakened things in me I had never felt before. You’ve treated me like a goddess So a goddess I became.
I don’t know when it happened, But you ended up owning me, Body and mind .
My body sings for your touch. My mind sings for your words. My souls sings for you.
My mind yearns to hear ‘I love you’. My soul yearns for our connection. My body yearns for your embrace.
My soul belongs to you. My body sings for you. My mind yearns for you.
“Stop!”
I paled, “What did you just say?”
“I said ‘stop!’ What, are you deaf?” The fluffy, black cat snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
I stared,eyes wide, at her little face that I always found to be too aware, “You… you…”
“I what?” She rolled her eyes and smoothed her fur with a delicate paw.
“You can talk?” I questioned in disbelief.
“Obviously now I can,” she spat, “Granted, I think it was a accident on your part. I believe you were trying to make me levitate, No? Might I add I was saying ‘Stop’ because I wanted no part in your little magic trick.”
“Wait, I did this to you?”
“Who else? You cast the spell wrong and now look at me.” She scoffed, her emerald eyes pinning me to the floor, “I believe you need to enunciate a little more. You mumble…” she added with a smirk, “Did you know?”
Oh no. I was in deep trouble.
A gargling groan followed my own as we approached the run down bus that we were hoping to make our shelter for the night. I could faintly make out the teetering, slumping shadow in the frame of the busted out window from where my sister and I were hiding in the brush, “Why does It have to be in there?” I whined quietly.
“Would you stop calling them It?” My sister hissed back, “They used to be people like us.”
“Okay and?” I questioned pulling my hunting knife from its sheath, “It’s not like they are anymore. They may kinda look like a person but they are far from it.”
“Ka-“ my sister started but I was already moving swiftly and quietly to the bus, knife poised for the kill. I climbed the three stairs into the bus, wincing as the rusting piece of junk let out a groan with the addition of my weight. I peeked up from behind one of the bench seats, its foam filling ravaged by mice and weather, to find my prey with Its back turned, twitching eerily as It shuffled towards the back of the bus. I moved from my cover and carefully made my way towards It ,the only indication of my approach was a creak in the frame of the bus so faint it could have been mistaken for the wind.
Before It even knew what was happing I plunged my knife through the back of It’s skull, the thin wispy strands of its balding head brushing my hand as I heard the tell-tale crunch of its skull cracking under the impact. I twisted the knife on the way out for good measure and let the body fall to the ground with a thud, the rusted floor of the bus groaning in protest. I nudge It’s ugly head with the toe of my boot just to be sure, moving slightly to the right to avoid the dark, oozing liquid slowly pooling on the floor.
“Is it clear?” My sister asked peaking her head in the broken window to my right, her deep brown eyes swimming with worry as they always did these days.
“Yeah. Its clear.” I answered, letting the smallest amount of tension fall from my body before I grabbed It’s writs and began to haul It out of the bus, a dark smear in our wake.
“You couldn’t have killed her out side?” I heard my sister sigh as she came to inspect our home for the night.