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Justice for the Pale and Downtrodden Her eyes glistened as she strolled down the dark alley of snow. The hands of a raggedy man were shaking. The girl stopped cautiously a few feet away from the man. Change jingled lightly in the pocket of her over sized flannel shirt as she swayed slightly with the sensation of a few drinks. The man looked up slowly, as not to alarm the girl. His eyes widened ever so slightly, his eyebrows raised. The shaking stopped, and he got up leisurely.
The girl’s mind was tingling with drink, and the man seemed to have a warm and beautiful aura about him. She could somehow tell he was scrawny under his multiple layers of mud encrusted clothing.
ExtinguishWhen your love says they want to take their life...
Is the worst feeling imaginable.
And be a hypocrite like me:
You've been the inflicter of that pain.
So, what can I say?
Self DefenseBeen torn from you so many times..
What we took as insignificant goodbyes,
Built up to disconnects...
Building my walls higher and higher.
I am growing colder and colder.
Will you be able to knock them down, love?
Time in Every PackageWhen you realize life...
is so short...
Time flies faster than ever...
Precious, fleeting seconds...
Ticking away on the tear stained clock.
Look away from the time, dear.
Enjoy every love,
Every dear soul,
and tortured alike...
Savor this time...
You will NEVER get it back.
But don't cling to the hands
of the watch of life,
For you will be flung,
You cannot hold on.
Hold your memories, love.
Hold your love.
Love your dear ones...
They come with clocks, too.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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