PiecesWind, rustling, whistling through my windows late at night.The sounds, echoing through me,Hollow and full of hate.The taste of bitterness strikes my tongue,as my mind trails off into the past.The scent of you,the warmth that once was,now cold and distant.You crossed me time and time again,after I had given you everything...My life,My soul,My love.Just to have you show mehow worthless,how ridiculous,and how unfair this love was.Why is it I cannot stop thinking about it?You made your decision,Yet it's not you who seems to dwell on it.Waking up late at night,this heaviness on my heart...I fear it shall never go away.So for now I hold the piecesof the heart I once had,waiting for someone....with a needle and thread,warm hands and a kind smile,and a loyalty for only meto come and put the pieces together again.
The AddictionThere was once a woman named Terra. She was a dedicated mother, who provided her children with everything they would ever need: food, shelter, medicine
But as all children do, they rebelledviolently. They hacked off her gorgeous hair, left gashes in her beautiful skin, and covered her in rancid trash
And still, she loved and provided for them.Then one day, they found their drug.It was black, sludgy, sticky, poisonous, yet they treasured it. Becoming addicted, they breathed it, burned it, adored it. They'd pay any cost, whether it be loss of life, harming themselves, or slowly killing their mother.Over the years, Terra became feverish from exposure to the drugs, she could no longer provide as well for her children as they fought over the addictive substance amongst themselves.One of her children apparently became worried about her health."Mother? Are you okay?""Yes," came the pained reply, "I am well."But the worried child, after some extensive examinatio