the phone rang at 03:08
unknown number
Well, the bleeding wound
on his forehead prevented him
from sleeping anyway
He picked up
"Yeah?"
......
He went nine years without doing
it. Five of those
were spent in prison so it
was just normal
but the other four he spent
desperately trying and failing
He did look fine before
he got into hardcore drugs
and crime
......
she woke up because her feet were cold
The window was open
and she had not the audacity to
stand and shut it in someone else’s house
He was still asleep
beside her
The sheets were stained with her maiden’s
blood
That was all right
......
He kept coming back
That was his only skill
Respect is not something you can possibly
be born with. The children of
kings and lords
should know this
but most don't
Though this kid who kept coming back
......
his eyes looked fresh out of
a hardcore crying
session
I walked up to him
and asked what
was wrong
He showed me his phone and
what I saw were pictures of some
......
he sits alone in the
darkness
on a wooden chair
The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds
......
A pretty thick
slice
of hell
That was life
so far
But today things
will change
......
and the few survivors who couldn’t
fight
were lined up
along with the civilians
and shot
or killed in ways to entertain the soldiers
And dogs were trained to
tear them to shreds
and the ground became black with
their soaked blood
......
a songless bird
that would be the nicest
name she’d been
called
the others,
far more common,
being
that little wench
......
she kept saying how much she
hated her tattoos
and kept showing them
to us
"Got 'em when I was young and
dumb and now I
jus' wanna rip my skin off."
......