

The BeastThey call him the beast for he has no name, no past, no point. He wanders aimlessly through the world in search of nothing. People stare, some follow, some laugh at this animal. They beat him, spit on him, yell curses at him but he cares not. Blood still drips from long healed cuts. Angels fly away, the sun refuses to shine, thunder whimpers. When he speaks men cry like babes, women scream, children run. He is the beast.The Beast


AloneHe walks... walks by himself on an empty street cleaning his feet of the dust of yesterday. He walks on, the sun is falling, the earth is cringing. He turns and stares back at the town he once called home. No one sees except for god. He looks down upon the man and shudders.Alone


Scars: A True Story"This scar came from Billy pushing me down in first grade,"Scars: A True Story
She says pointing to her right eyebrow.
"This one was when Morgan's sister was babysitting us all summer. Morgan, her cousin, and I were in her 'woods' and I fell on a rusty nail sticking out of a piece of wood in our fort."
She says triumphantly, whilst pointing right in the middle of her left palm.
"Oh, and this bruise,"
She says while laughing and pointing to the side of her right calf/chin.
"I got it from trying to flag down AJ during the 4th of July, 2006. the other scars and bruises aren't as importan
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