my angel.

She suffers.

She’s miserable.

She hears voices.

She doesn’t want to live.

And then she found an angel.

He has no wings. 

But he’s an angel, and that is certain.

He takes her out of her suffering.

When she’s gone in her world of chaos and despair,

He brings her back.

He brings her back to the reality that she lost years ago.

no title.

There was a knock at her bedroom door. 

“Come in.” she yawned; thinking it was her mother or sister.

“Oh.” she said, startled. 

“You're early.”

He didn't say a word. But smiled. 

Laughing, she told him to go downstairs.

He didn’t move.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. 

“No one else is home.”

“I know,” she responded. “That’s why I said go -”

“Ah ah.” he said. “I wasn't finished. I said no one else is home. And now we get to have a little fun.” 

He locked the door behind him and advanced towards her. 

Thinking it was a joke, she began to laugh.

“Shut the fuck up.” he ordered. 

“This is how its going to happen. 

You are going to do exactly what I say, when I say it.

Now take your clothes off.”

“No.” she managed to choke out. “Please just go down -”

“Now what did I say about listening to me? Can you listen, darling? Take your clothes off.”

She refused, but he had his way.

He was soon on top of her. 

Pinning her down.

Making her squirm until she fell back into nothingness.

He had his way with her. 

And he left.

She sat up in bed. Looked at the bruises his powerful hands had left. Looking at the patches of hair that had been ripped out during the struggle. 

He had had his way with her. 

And now she was nothing.

farewell.

‘You have grown stronger.’ the voices told the girl.

‘Strong enough to continue this journey without us.’

“But I need you.” the girl replied.

“I can’t do this on my own.”

‘You are stronger than you think.’ the voices told her.

And with that they were gone.

The girl turned to Gastile and wept. 

“They’re gone.” she cried. 

Looking for a shoulder to cry on, she turned to Gastile.

“They’re gone.” she repeated as tears ran down her cheeks.

“Good this is for me. Bad this is for you. 

                   I see no strength within you. Weak you are.”

Gastile responded.

The girl was shocked by this response.

Gastile whistled.

The Others arrived. 

the three's farewell.

They had been by her side through her troubles.

Through her heart ache.

Through her pain.

And now its time for their farewell. 

It is time for the three of them to leave her;

leave her to live her own life,

to finally be free. 

the colors fade.

The colors fade.

GREY 

GREY 

GREY

“Oh please just let the sunshine stay.”

The little girl asks, 

the little girl pleads. 

The little girl weeps upon her knees. 

‘No’ The Voices do demand.

‘Now take this razor in your hand.’

The girl begs and shows her fears.

‘Little Girl, what are you crying for?’

‘No one can hear your cries or see your tears.’

The girl does what The Voices need.

The little girl has done The Voices’ deed. 

through the forest.

She was walking through the forest;

dark and very grim.

She was walking through the forest,

searching just for him.

Stumbling over roots, 

tangled in the vines;

“When I find the boy I’m looking for,

He will certainly be mine.”

young child.

As Gastile and the girl wandered further down the path, the girl stopped.

In the brush she heard crying.

Curious, the girl stopped.

Inching toward that familiar sound, she saw a young child. 

“Do I know you?” the girl inquired. 

“You seem oh so familiar.”

“No.” the child answered quickly as she ducked her head between her thighs.

“No one knows me.”

The girl sat beside the child; comforting her, singing to her.

“I promise you, young child, you will

feel this pain no longer.

Years may pass, and you will

feel this pain. But when the 

time comes, you will soon be happy.”

The child looked up at her and smiled. 

“I hurt.” the child said. 

“And I have no one.”

The girl knew. The girl knew this child’s pain.

“I know, sweet child, I know.”

“May I come with you?” the young child begged.

She pleaded.

Yearning to join them on their journey.

‘No.’ the voices said.

‘You already have too much pain.’

“You have to stay here.” the girl told the child.

The young child began to weep.

“But don’t fret. I know your pain. And for that I 

give you a piece of my heart. I will always be with you. 

always.”