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Lined up in sentry rows Packaged Like a boxBut thou are so much more than so Wracked Forget thee notFor thy struggle I sought to know I lacked What was thoughtBut as I watch thou cross the row I see The troubles rotThou can stay to what thou sought I know It may not be easyBut in thy times of trouble fought Behold Thou will be freeSo as thou stands in daylight soft I ask Remember meI can't compare the happiness At last Thou walks unleashed

I look upon the shadows on the road Where children seem to sleep among the rock And wither with the turning of the clock Their flesh doth shatter as it turned to oldAnd in this body lying on the shore I see a face who bears familiar To mine; and soft, downy pink hair Now tainted red with darkening goreA prophecy? Perhaps it is to be A mere vision of my inner fears But will the ever darkening of tears Turn this dream into my belief?For Heaven is and Hell will ever be The one who wedded sin was always me.

Mazuma knew it was too late to text her.He looked at the clock. It was still 2:30 A.M. No matter how hard he looked at it, it would STILL be 2:30 A.M. Time wasn’t gonna magically shift for him, but he needed it to right now. He needed it to.He stared at his phone. Her name was illuminated even in the brightness of his lit room, in all its untidiness so uncommon for boys his age. There was no comfort in that mess, now, it just made him more anxious knowing he couldn’t even pace while he waited for morning.Mazuma couldn’t take it anymore. It was 2:32 and this night was passing much too slowly. He needed to hear a voice of reason, preferably ...

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved: in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” -Pablo Neruda He first saw her while praying at the river.She had risen up from the water like a ghost from her grave, her silky black hair falling around her shoulders. She seemed to wear the night as a dress and the evening fog as a shawl, the stars dancing around her like fireflies. The water curled around her like it made her, created her, lapping at her feet like a loyal dog to its mistress. Her skin glistened, dark and tantalizing in the moonlight, and as she turned to look at him, two icy blue irises starred straight into him.And when he...