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This was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
Spreading death,
Spreading strife.
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
most panicked.
Most died.
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
a snack.
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
blackened suffering.
Of me there was no fac
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
Spreading death,
Spreading strife.
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
most panicked.
Most died.
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
a snack.
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
blackened suffering.
Of me there was no fac
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to sit
I sat alone.
I sit alone.
Yes—I sit alone
For what was past is present,
But the future is never there.
I sit alone in a continuous vacuum.
I sit alone on a bench in a continuous vacuum
where I have no sense of rhyme or reason,
of joy or pain,
of loyalty or treason.
I sit alone.
I do not stand
For being sedentary is much more honorable.
Standing requires guts and faith and fear.
Sitting is merely submission,
A reservation to the events that I am pushed into.
I don’t have to stand to be afraid.
I don’t have to put myself into fear.
If fear comes, I am settled and waiting and ready.
I sit alone.
Not by choic
Literature
just words
The truth is
I dont just miss you
I miss the person I am with you
I am different when you are here
I am different when you arent
Its not about being together
Or happily ever afters
Its about waking up and knowing
You are in my corner
There were a lot of truths in those last words
Tossing out that box of old hurts and regrets was necessary.
The problem is, there were other boxes
A friendship and trust that had developed
A bond that we didn't resurrect..but that we created and protected from everyone but ourselves
You are bigger than the puzzle piece
That fell out when you left
I am more than the sum of my parts
But Im not the answer I've b
Literature
A foolish way to die trying.
No one saw me come in, no one will see me leave. The air is cold and thin as I quietly close the door behind me, leaving his house to sleep in silence. In the morning, I will be the hazy memory of dreams, gossamer tangled on his eyelashes as if I may never have been there at all. The night is clear and bright and so devastatingly perfect I want to cry, I want to run, I want to be anywhere but here, standing in his driveway while the moon scrutinizes my bare skin, my flushed cheeks.
Falling into my car, it is a glacier, an ice floe and I am a woman out to sea. Something hopes my car won’t start, that I’ll have to go back inside, c
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of me there was no face?