On My SleeveI gently outlined it-More Like This
with a dotted line
Knowing bit by bit
that it might hurt
But I did it still, A N Y W A Y
knowing that it was a good thing
I cut on the line
s l o w l y to make no mistakes
I needed to cut so carefully so--
there wouldn't be any mistakes
and once it was done
I sewed myself back together
and took the needle and thread
and sewed it onto my sleeve
Wearing it for all to see
It would be a good idea
or so someone said at a time
but when I came around
With it out on my sleeve
they all ran and screamed
I didn't get w h y
Why would they run?
Why would they scream?
it really bothered me
they said I should do it more
So I sewed it on my sleeve
for them all to see
They said it was nice that I opened up to t h e m
could I have opened up too much at once, then?
So I sit here all alone
With everything showing on my sleeve
why did they all run and scream?
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The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
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Kanna's DeathKanna lay alone, barely a speck upon a bed the size of an ocean liner. It was laughably too big for the tiny, elderly woman nestled there, but she couldn’t bear to part with it- though there had been many offers to move her to a place more human-accessible. After all, her husband had been gone for five years now. Never in a million years did she imagine she would outlive Adrian, healthy as a horse his entire life and seven years younger than her to boot. Life had its own cruel irony to play out.More Like This
Kanna turned her head to the side, casting a tired gaze towards the nightstand. Level with the bedside, Megumi had fallen asleep in a little rocking chair, a book of Kanna’s favorite poetry still half-open in her lap. A little smile twitched upon the old woman’s lips before she resigned deeper into her layers of pillows. Megumi was a grown woman herself now. Edging near fifty-two this coming fall, with four of her own children to raise.
And they were beautiful