Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle
Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it
So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together
Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…
Reacting to a year full of memories overwhelmed her
Every insult and hurt brought tears to her eyes
Filling her with a sadness that threatened to overwhelm her
Letting loose a shuddering sob, she focused on the positives
Every hug and laugh filled her to overflowing with a happiness that leaked between the tears
Changing them to wet badges of joy
That lifted her spirit and gave her hope for the new year
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Finding the darkness settling into his soul
Everything began to slow except his heartbeat
Animalistic screams escaped his tightening throat
Reaching up on tiptoes toward the full moon the transformation was complete
How many souls could she steal before the moon reached full?
Each one a jewel in her crown as a master thief
It was why she found herself in this pub drinking a warm beer
So many people here she could work her trade upon
The only problem they all had already had their souls stolen by their job, sport, or vice
Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
Can’t believe just because I decided to have a bit of fun with this Russian chick that I’m now here
Under the full moon we made out for a while, and everything was cool till she invited me to her place
Really should have said no, but she was like too hot, so I went to her house
So that’s when it got really weird. Her house had feet. Chicken feet! I told her she was too freaky for me
Everything happened so quickly. She took offense, and needless to say, now I’m the one with damn chicken feet!
Become part of a brigade
Uplift everyone and pass them on
Checking to make sure they are full as they leave your care
Keeping them moving and helping them put out their fires along the way
Everyone just has to do a little to have a large impact
Then we can assist each other when we are empty by filling each other back up
Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Flashing that killer smile, she absolutely enjoyed watching her effect on the Y chromosomes
Of course, she showed none of this. She was a mature woman, in full control of her domain
X chromosomes for the win
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