Hairy legs stretch outTrying to touch nothing close.Wear less mascara.
Luke disapproves.What many people including Vel didn't know was that the first time Luke saw Wolf his world tipped off its axis. Of course, Luke disapproved. His world was not allowed to tip off its axis as it pleased. He disapproved even more as the scruff-monster he didn't know his name yet so casually opened his mouth and stated the obvious as Luke caved to Vel's wheedling. But what had really set him over the edge was how his world seemed to righten a little when the scruff-monster introduced himself as Wolf. Luke hoped he was having a bad nightmare or at least hallucinating. There was no way someone who looked like a half-shaved hobo with a five year old's mom's-not-looking-I'll-give-myself-a-haircut-with-safety-scissors haircut would fix the sudden imbalance within him. So he tried to clarify the scruff-monster's name.Again.And again.But no such luck. His name was Wolf.And it fucking suited him, which pissed him off the moment he realized it.So Luke made a foolpro
Coffeeshop TeaThe sweet sludge at theBottom of my to-go cupIs what I wantedThe entire time I sipped.I hate Sugar In The Raw.
PreferenceI only put upMy umbrella when the rainFalls too hard or cold.
DiscoveryA crumpled piece ofPaper unfolds to script.I found a treasure.
A Haiku for SummerSweat rolls down to meetLips seeking some refreshmentSummer is so hot.
A WarningI want to break legsWhen you show incompetenceSign your damn timesheets
A Haiku for SpringSunshine and birdsongHeady perfume of flowersSpring has just kissed me
ImagineImagineA little girl swingingOn her father's arm. NoWorries, only smiles. SmallFeet on large ones dancing.Slinging a baseball justLike Daddy.ImagineThat same girl, older, cryingAnd watching Daddy walkAway. She wipes her tearsAnd shoulders adulthood.No more the laughing girlDaddy remembers.ImagineHer growing up. Not aChild, but stuck in a child'sBody. Bills, food and herFamily are her thoughts.Not like normal girls atHer age.ImagineHer grown up and gratefulFor your absence. She isStrong in ways she neverForesaw. She doesn't resentYou. She is happy andAt peace.
CommunionCharlemagne Emilia Belladonna lay in a remote field of her familys property avoiding her life. Her horse was tied to a tree, close enough to get to it quickly but far enough away to not be startled by the shots of gunfire made by its rider. She conveniently left her cell phone in her room at the Manor so that her Sworn couldnt find her easily. She squeezed off a round, as if trying to banish those thoughts via her rifle.Still off, she thought as she made adjustments to zero her sight and fitted herself against the stock. She could just see her bodyguards faces when they found her room empty before dawn and horse gone without even the stables night staff seeing her. The older members of the Council would complain about her shirking her duties while her father would chuckle and mention that she was her mothers daughter. Being home meant the Council would push her into being the Countess though she wasnt confirmed yet. Her finger curled around t
Spider LegsHairy legs stretch outTrying to touch nothing close.Wear less mascara.