CataclysmXI

Pt. 2- I am a Satellite My alarm went off this morning, as it always does at 6:35, but I had been awake for a while. I lied there, my alarm still going off, knowing that today was the day I had to do it. I had been staring at my ceiling for what must have been two hours. All the while, on my face, a frown turned to a scowl, turned to a blank look. All I could see on the dark ceiling was her face. Her green eyes, I hate those eyes, every time I look at them I see the color of vomit. I hate her tiny little rat nose too, and her gnarled smile with those two huge dents in her cheeks. I can't stand her hair either, blood red, probably forged by t

Buttons and Satellites Pt. 1- Button, Button, Button 6:35 AM, alarm goes off, "Bzeeeep, Bzeeeep, Bzeeeep" *WHAM* I always try to turn it off after the third one. I've made a little game out of it. I try to see how many days I can go without letting my alarm reach the fourth Beep. I'm up to 467, I now even wonder if the fourth beep is any different than the first three, or if it even exists. It's very tempting to let it go just once, just to check and see if the fourth beep actually exists. But I never do, I'm too afraid. Anyway, I get up, slump over to the bathroom, flip the lights on, squint at myself in the mirror, make sure I'm still the

A Real Boy That kiss So simple how it happened Two heads turning At precisely the same time The perfect distance from each other The sounds of the world were silenced then Leaving a serene mural, frozen in bliss The scene of us was Like watercolors on the gray Gilded sidewalk softened by raindrops Blurring colors together Each one kissed by the next. But at the moment, strings Burst forth from My back, head, hands, feet. Joints to wooden hinges Skin started to splinter Face fixed, Yet still locked With your lips My body stiffened Turned rigid And fell limp I handed you my heart that day But being the marionette m