RemembranceI remember. I remember them. Eyes, ears, mouth, nose even; all missing. Missing for some unknown, some obscene reason. Though staring always, I remember no eyes. Each night they gathered close. Never touching, never seeing, but whispering always. A dozen sounds of dying dreams, rotting leaves, and waning hope; always this sound from no mouths I heard as I slept. Their bodies so long, inhuman and emaciated, wearing a corpse’s skin with such conviction. Cowering, locked within my own mind, I felt their fingers curl about me, though no marks ever showed.Remembrance
KitA stray. A cute little thing, a pretty bauble. Perhaps he would treat it with a scratch behind the ears, a friendly, ”Hello Kitty.” A small amount of attention bestowed, and the occasional saucer of cream for the starving kit. But only when the mood was right. Only when he had ample time. Only when he was feeling generous. No real affection, just a pretense of caring. Perhaps he enjoyed a small amount of the immeasurable hours she spent at his step. Of course if it was, it was never admitted. When it was done and over with, he did not care.Kit
A Sinner's TearsThe day had passed slowly. A year’s worth of time slowly sipped in a single afternoon to be sure. Never was a complaint rendered of course: any hour spent unfulfilled was a blessing to be sought after. Kael sat, as often he did, beneath the dripping boughs of an old willow. “Two…” he whispered, a ghosted smile briefly flickering over drawn lips. The word was followed by a minute intake of breath and the nearly silent hiss of a blade kissing fevered skin. There had been a time when the sweet skin upon his wrist never bore the markings of a metA Sinner's Tears
My Dearest Ellix- completeThey had told me it was not an institute for the insane. "It is an institute for the healing of a troubled mind." Poison words, words told to what my parents considered an errant child with a mind too full of darkness, simply to appease her, lest she make a scene. I was not stupid; I never had been. My mind had fallen into a sort of stupor, yes, but never had stupidity ruled in wisdom's place. "Troubled teens" the occupants of this purgatory were called. Troubled indeed, I thought with a distasteful grimace. Most here simply craved attention,My Dearest Ellix- complete
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