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I can give you a taste of what having the whole world feels like, so enjoy this moment of heaven while it lasts, itll be great for a second, but sooner or later ill have wrecked it, and this moment shall pass. one of us will sink to the bottom of the sea, that is- if surely, we're not meant to be, if the feeling lingers on, then we'll all know that ive been so wrong a true love that could conquer all my battles, from here and other lands, near and far, we'll have seen the whole world, and that is what i know off hand. such a love is real, that i know for sure, i felt it consume my entire heart, in that magical kingdom where

I found my strength I chose to fight I said no more I am not a victim My life is in my hands I draw strength from pain I am damaged goods Like a wounded dove I could not fly The wings not only broken But ripped out By my tortured soul The wings grew back They're beautiful and strong I can spread my wings I can again fly But one nightmare A frightening memory Like a bullet Shoots me back down I again must heal I fight a losing battle But I still choose to fight © Pamela N. Brown

The girl was born dead, but the world was so loud that it shocked her alive. It started a cycle of death and rise that she needed to survive, while she had her mind painted with shades of red. Don't be fooled by her silence, or by her sweet smile, she carries the weight of the dead all the while. And all the while that she plays, and practices her ballet, she takes what she can handle and locks the rest away. She wears her ghost like a dead weight coat, arms wrapped around her throat: haunting her- taunting her- whispering in her ear; the memories of the dead push her farther down down DOWN                    and paint her mind a dark

Claire does not find him at his funeral. Dean's body lies in an open casket, face-up with soft wrinkles and loose muscles. There is nothing of her husband in this corpse. He was rough and jagged. It seems wrong to see his edges smoothed down. She hovers over his body and feigns sorrow. She hears family and friends weep and whisper comfort into each others' ears behind her. They offer their words and shoulders to her and she nods politely and pretends to cry. All the while, she traces the ring on her finger and does not flinch when the diamond cuts into skin. Claire looks for her husband. It is exhausting, but she has time. In the rooms o

there are demons in your eyes, darling; fall asleep listening to their screams, fall asleep tracing your ribcage and wonder if maybe your heart is a ghost, maybe your heart is haunting someone, somewhere. fall asleep and dream of needles prodding at your mind, pulling out the weeds as if your mind was a garden, your mind is a garden but once the weeds are gone, there is nothing but dirt; dirt and worms and nightmares and screams. dream of fingers shoved down your throat, and they have found your heart and your heart is not a ghost, no, your heart is alive, because the fingers are clawing your heart and it hurts like fingernails o