Kittencakes

She is there And he knows But he lost interest The moment he saw her Like the sun He knows it’s there He knows it dies every night And is resurrected by the morning But what if one day It never came up? If she was gone? He notices He cares It doesn’t mean much If she is present everyday But once she is gone She means the world to him.

Pressing my body against the cold surface of the ground, I closed my eyes to think. Just for a moment, I let the unneeded drama slip away onto the dusty floor, the particles seeping deeper inside of my nose with each intake of breath, causing a sneeze to lift the unattached grime into the air. Great, just what I need. More filth in this body of mine. The body in which has been broken down with greasy food. McDonalds really did take a toll after living on it for a half a year, none stop. I was lucky to be alive. I hate to be one of those cases of clique, but I couldn’t be more dead inside. But it wasn’t just a teenaged phase. I am

"Stare into the eyes of a trick. A Mistake." The words stopped there, handwriting neat and looping. No creativity flowed through out the pencil onto the plain sheet of notebook paper. But the owner of the writing utensil sure was a piece of art. Flicking the pencil onto the wooden table with a sneer, the dame pushed a pale hand through her auburn locks, the tassels sitting astray upon her head. What was up with her today. Her notebooks were filled with delicately written stories, many of them publish worthy. But that was not the females aim. Writing was something she enjoyed. Not like her job, which she would be expected to return to in about