Remnants of the DeadThe apartment smelled bad. It had all gone to waste. Its owners had abandoned it leaving behind the musty smell of stale air. The shelves and countless books were caked in dust because the landlady couldn’t bear to return to the room where her beloveds once lived, let alone re-rent it. Everything was left as it was because it would be too heartbreaking to remove his things along with his legacy. There were still teacups lying about with remnants of the sugar filled tea of the one and the black of the other. There was a faint smell of high tar cigarettes while there was also the sight of nicotine patches piled up. It would be best not to mention the awful smell wafting from the kitchen that constantly had odd items in it to begin with. Returning to this place of happy memories destroyed by the pain of a premature death of a mutual friend was immensely difficult, but they had to. They had to in order to move on and assure each other that they would eventually be okay.
Crimson Peak - Lucille's ReasonCrimson Peak
I had to kill him you see
for he wouldn't listen to my plea.
He stopped her from drinking the poisoned tea.
He was falling for she.
His soul trapped within the confines of his body was free,
free to be with her, to wander away from me.
At the idea I get trapped in fearful reverie.
His soul separated with me would be.
We would stay together for an eternity
in a house barely floating upon a crimson sea.
My Smile Hides MeThis smile you see,
it isn’t me.
I’m pretty good at hiding the me I am because of who I used to be,
You see I was beat.
I was a punching bag made out of meat.
I got so sick of being hit with a cleat.
The fire of rage inside burned me up with its heat.
This fake smile you see does a pretty good job of hiding the me I’ve become because I was beat like just a piece of meat.
Everybody Loves a Clown“Don’t ever be afraid of clowns dear; they are kind and they are your friends.” Never could I have been more wrong than that day at the carnival. My warnings of stranger danger to my 10 year old daughter were irreparably destroyed by that one comment to explicitly trust a carney with a red nose and oversized shoes. This specific clown was disturbing with its crooked painted on grin as it waved to my daughter. He was wearing a faded polka dotted outfit complete with matching floppy nightcap; bits of the fake red afro stuck out of the sides. His off white gloves prevented prints as he placed his hands on the sliding glass door of our home that night. My daughter taking my suddenly regrettable words to heart took his hand and led him in and to the foot of my bed. I awoke horrified as my daughter smiled and spoke so innocently, “You were right daddy he is my friend.”
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