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Whoever Said I Was Stupid?"I'm so sorry Ali," my mother whispered, her eyes tearing up as she looked at me. I just stared back blankly; I was numb on the inside, and cold. I felt like my heart was frozen solid.
Strong hands gripped my shoulders, squeezing just hard enough that I blinked and looked into the face of Mom's fiancé, Richard. I had never liked him, not since the first day when we ran into him at the grocery store. He had been too smug, too smooth. But Mom had fallen right for it. Now he looked me in the eyes and smiled sadly, "I'm sorry Alice that you found out this way, but you had to know. Before your feelings got too strong, before you crossed the line and couldn't come back.
"I know you care for him, I know you do. But Adam, your boyfriend, he's a demon. He kills people for a living; he can walk through flames without burning because he was created from the flames of Hell." Richard said, repeating what he had already told her, his voice insistent, his eyes crazed. "You're a witch; you figh
HimIt had been barely five minutes and I was ready to leave. I watched as hundreds of students made their way, adopting old habits as though there hadn’t been two months away from this hell hole. There were squeals as girlfriends saw each other and hugged, booming laughter as the boys reacquainted. Darting in between were the frightened freshman, resembling timid mice. The entire scene was so incredibly familiar, so incredibly disgusting.
Of course I had on a smiling mask, saying hi in a sickly high-pitched voice. Nobody knew that I had changed, that the girl standing in front of them was not the same one they had known in May. I wanted to be at home, far away from these people. I wanted to curl up in my bed and dream, dream of when times were happy and simpler. Of when I didn’t smell blood on my hands, or hear voices that belonged to people who weren’t there.
Most of all, I wanted to dream of when he was still alive.
My chest ached at the mere thought of him. I b
Short PoemHer eyes return my gaze,
A gentle “Hello” at first glance.
Those chocolate brown coloured eyes,
So full of love and compassion.
Without a sound from my lips,
A solitary cry escapes.
Her serene marble-like stare,
cross our paths
for their effects
every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
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