bertha108

Journey The path ahead laid before you in stone, worn and rough from journeys before. Through the passing of time, grass creeps up between the cracks. Long and winding, across fields and through mountains the path will lead you. The sun on your face is warm and inviting, tempting you further along the road, calling you, despite the shadow you know lies ahead. Wind blows, gently stirring the trees, whispering of darkness in ages past and the coming times, always lingering, growing stronger of late. Pack on your shoulders with burden both in heart and hand, you set forth. In spite of evils you will face, you

Three, Three, Three Wet your hands, lather up, Scrubbing vigorously. Rinse and dry, NO! Rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat Forgot to wash beneath your nails, Must start again. Rinse and repeat, Again Again Again Finally clean, so clean they're Raw Cracked Bleeding Red and sore. Now for the lights, On and off On and off On and off Fingers slipped, must start again, On and off On and off On and off Why Why Why Finally off. Open the door… And close it again Open and close Open and close Open and close Tears form this time. Not with family, Not with friends, But Alone. No need to L

Morning's light filters into the room and her eyes flutter open, the memories of the night's dreams rapidly fading, forever disappearing into the recesses of her mind as they always do with the coming of dawn. It was not death the old man feared most, but the idea of dying without leaving evidence of his existence, simply coming and going like so many in this world do. I hurriedly explained under my breath, cheeks ablaze with humiliation, that I was, in fact, wearing a push up after my mother so blatantly announced my sports bra made me look flat. The soldier would wipe his sword clean of blood spilt that day, yet in his dreams he stood al