082 - Can You Hear Me?I waited until he was asleep to slip out the window. I had to see Noah. It wasn't as if I didn't enjoy the sex; I did, and the fact that my legs were still rubber proved this. And it wasn't as if I thought of my late husband the whole time; Because I didn't. It was merely the fact that this was closure for me, and I needed to talk to my dearest Noah one last time before I let go. Because, somewhere between heavy eyelids, rough caresses (that I know were trying to be gentle), and breathy moans, I figured out that I could let go.
The graveyard wasn't all that far away; Something I was very thankful for. What would Jakob think if he woke up and I wasn't there? I knew that he didn't want to trust me, and I shouldn't prove his paranoia correct. So I hurried.
The grave was the same as always. "Noah Midori" Followed by, "Loving husband, and caring father. You will be missed." And then there was the stone slab below his name that told everyone who read his grave that he had left a family behin
001 - IntroductionI smiled sadly to myself as I watched her peer out the kitchen window, gazing at the sunrise. The picture of innocence, Gabriella couldn't have been purer. After a moment, I moved silently across the kitchen floor and placed a hand on her little shoulder. The small girl spun around, exclaiming my name, and leaped into my arms. I laughed, but I had been careless. I knelt on the floor, wrapping my arms around my sister's waist. She stroked my hair kindly, so unaware, so innocent. How could I tell her what had happened? How could I say anything? I drew away from her and looked her dead in the eyes. Somehow, she knew.
"It's going to be different now, isn't it, Cassi?" She still smiled, still stroked my hair, except now her eyes were slightly glossed over, and her hand shook.
I nodded. "I'll take care of us, don't worry." Gabriella gave me a reassuring grin and I laughed again. A choked sound. I knew that there was only one reason she wasn't sobbing; She had to stay strong for her little si
Axel and Katana - 1I tightened my arm around Axel's shoulder; He wasn't the type to cry. Ever. The sight of tears in his eyes evoked strong feelings in me, things I'd never felt before. I didn't dare ask what was wrong; He'd just get angry with me. Like I said, Axel wasn't the type to cry.
"Katana?" His was voice surprisingly calm.
"Yes?" I tried to keep my own steady.
"You gotta promise me something, got it? Promise me we'll always be friends."
I nodded, "Of course, Axey." He always pretended to get mad when I called him that, but we both knew that he secretly loved it.
"Good. Now stop being a pussy and drive. We've got places to go."
I snorted; He was always like this. Even if he was the one crying. "Yessir."
I started the engine and we continued on down the road. I knew that we had passed the US/Canada border by now. How long would it be 'till we reached Ontario? One thing I knew for sure; Axel had been so strange lately. First cuddling up next to me in his sleep, and now I catch him crying? And calli
One Giant Metaphor -the ledge-Well shit, here I go again. I'm standing on the edge of that abyss, gripping onto rocks and handholds only to watch them slip from my fingers and fall down, down, down....
I never hear them hit the bottom. I imagine it as a sickening thump that echoes and reverberates off the canyon walls.
This ledge is thin and slowly wearing away, my toes no longer grip the edge because all of the rocks once lodged there have also fallen. Someone once found me here, someone once heard my screams. They tried to throw me a rope, but I only ended up pulling them down, too.
I know that if I quit hanging on, I'll just fall in. That's the last thing I want, the last thing I need. I see people throw themselves down into the pit below every day. Sometimes I see others on this ledge, holding on for what dear life they have left. I always try and reach out to them, try to hold their hand and tell them that we'll make it back up someday.
I've see so many fall... Some have even tried to pull me down with them...
-Bridge-I closed my eyes tightly, swallowing the lump in my throat before taking that first cautious step onto the bridge. It was lashed together by old looking ropes, braided multiple times over for strength, with an end result of lines about as thick as my wrist. The drop below was enough to cause sufficent damage to anyone who fell, maybe even death if your body hit the bottom at the wrong angle...
I opened my eyes again and the bridge seemed smaller than before. I braced my hands along the thick rope lines that ran along the sides. This was my new beginning -across this bridge, the rest of my life awaited me. All I had to do was walk the fifty yards or so across the deep chasm.
The second step was easier, but the third gave a discouraging groan as I placed my weight upon the board. I stopped dead in my tracks and bit my bottom lip , already injured from my constant nibbling and grinding of teeth. I steeled my will and took the next couple steps. Another sickening groan reached my ears and
You Don't See MeI am only smoke
Something you wave away
Something that crawls
under your eyelids
and into your lungs
You cough it out
and spit it away
I am only smoke
A simple shadow
There one second
in a whirl of what used to be
You're a joint full of ash
And my eyes are clouded
by chocolate brown
and grass green
I'm still screaming
pounding on the glass
begging to be let in
What am I even doing.Thin
Like the edge of a razor
You make me smile
At least for now
That's how it'll be
The future is not mine to see
Another smoke-torn lung
And filled with the tar of youth
Eyes like lanterns
Looks are deceiving;
I'll never light the way
Cursed to wander
In eternal darkness
Will I ever come home?
I don't think so.