Desopilar

       As the elevator bings open, Thomas shuffles out onto his floor alone. He notices an open doorway with boxes littering the entranceway, just a few spaces down from his own place. He’s too tired to pay much attention to the new tenant. There never seems to be anyone interesting in this building anyway. Three years he’s been here, and not a single person to play NFL games, or share a beer with.        He unlocks his door and tosses his coat and bag onto the nearest end table, the usual spot for any random item that he’s carrying. He starts to remove his shirt when there’s a timid knock at his door. His initial re

Slipping away, Only one thing needed. My gut trembles. Whole life spent, wanting, Longing, To get things easy. My drive rises and falls, Confidence lacking. My hold is shifting. You helped pick me up, Helped me kick my ass. Please don’t leave. “I care deeply for you,” “You need only one thing,” “I won’t leave you.” To do what I don’t want. To grow up. To keep him. My gut trembles In good ways and bad. I need you too. Whole life spent, Now for you. Finally growing.

Silently I drift down the street, My feet barely touching pavement. My hood up, walking, I cannot be noticed tonight. The sleek metal cold against my side. Touching it, a flurry of hornets piercing my skin. I think of what’ll be done, what must be…, The necessity. As I reach the threshold The door, unlocked. Silly girl. It slides open as I slip in. A light on upstairs, "Good," I think, "she's home." All these years She laughs at my "imperfections" Others laugh with her, Indulging in their giddy fun, Never suspecting It all seems easier now, As I think of her sins. Unnoticed outside her door, I knock on it, She turns. Startl

Snow falling gently all around. Descending from the cloudy gray sky. Accumulating inches on the ground. Children can’t wait to get out and sound. Wanting to get out and fly. Snow falling gently all around. Snowmen all look astound- Ing. Heads into the sky Accumulating inches on the ground. Scarves and hats taken off of their mound Rewashed to make them seem spry Snow falling gently all around Schools closing in a round. The hours off fly by Accumulating inches on the ground A child’s dream to astound Until the ground turns dry Snow falling gently all around Accumulating inches on the ground.

        I sigh shakily as he just lies on the pillow quietly. A common conversation in this bed; it always includes the same comments with the same fears. I like to think less frequent now, but I still feel as though I cry too much. He tells me how beautiful I am and I just cry and shake my head. He flirtatiously calls me sexy and I blush and turn away. Sometimes he gets frustrated and turns away instead of supporting me and I feel worse. That doesn’t last long and soon he he wraps me in his arms. It always makes me cry harder.        “You need to be more confident,” he says softly, but I can feel the stern nature of his c

They found the old Butler Amongst the potatoes in the kitchen. The scene spelled murder! All was quiet in the Victorian Mansion. The perfect printed fingerprints of Mrs. White, Are found on the weapon: a simple revolver The shiny old revolver, Gunpowder glistening on the lapel of the Butler. Concern for the potatoes gripped Mrs. White, Blood seeped through tiles in the kitchen. The scream of Ms. Scarlet echoed throughout the mansion, Awestruck that he could have been the subject of murder. Never has a thing like murder, Been committed using a revolver, In the vast expanse of the old mansion. He was kind to all, that Butler. He did seem to b