His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed
Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could
And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall
Living slowly got better, forever different, but better
Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
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Determined to let chance decide not only my fate but everyone’s
I rolled the five of them, hoping for the best, but needing a perfect result
Couldn’t look as they spun to a stop
Everyone gasped. I peeked at the result before screaming triumphantly. The dragon was dead!
Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato
And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much
That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight
If he could do more, he would
Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week
Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
Did she think she could just dress me any way she wants to?
Of course I have an opinion. It’s my body!
Leave me alone and let me live my life the best I can
Look, if you can’t handle that I will go all Chucky on you!
“How much do I hate you? Let me count the ways.”
“As if you can complain. I’m the best thing for you.”
“Really? That’s about as offkey of a response as I can imagine.”
“Perhaps, but I am secure in my knowledge that I know how to pull your strings.”
Feasting on some tasty thigh meat
Ernie thought this celebration during Yuletide was the best
As there were so many yummy dishes to choose from
The more unusual the better, of course, to a gastronome like himself
It was for this particular moment that he wrote that silly repetitious song so long ago
Vivid imagery that was in the song focused on each of the dozen dishes that he now partook
And it always made him laugh when he crossed the Veil and heard one of the meat sacks sing it
Lifting another hunk of milkmaid on top of his piece drummer, he hummed “five golden rings…”
Viewing her time in uniform
Emily wondered what life would have been without serving
Then she had to admit it was the best damn decision she had made
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
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