Aisha
Posted on April 25, 2014
Rebecca doesn't know I'm alive. She doesn't know I'm looking right at her, studying her every move. She has no clue that I'm spying on her, or that her soul is in danger.

"Gather information about the child. Find out her strengths, her weaknesses, her fears, and tell me all about them," the Black Mistress had said last night.

I didn't like her request, but after she melted Sissy's body for speaking up, for resisting, I had no choice but to listen and obey. The stench of burnt chemicals from the pile of melted plastic floated around us.

Sissy...

I rubbed the stitch lining of my cloth fingers to keep them from shaking. "But Mistress," I said before swallowing hard, "Rebecca doesn't have strengths or weakness. She's only seven years old."

The Black Mistress smiled and cocked her head at me. "My dear sweet Aisha. All children have strengths and weaknesses. You just have to pay attention."

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Rebirth - A Haiku
Posted on April 24, 2014

From the bright embers
Of life's pain and misery,
Your strength will arise.






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Phoenix II by amorphisss
http://amorphisss.deviantart.com/art/Phoenix-II-280249810


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Remember Me
Posted on April 3, 2014
Don't think of me in deep sorrow,
Don't remember my last days,
Dry your eyes and take a deep breath,
And commemorate me in happier ways.

Don't think about how you'd hurt me,
Don't remember our last fight,
Cherish our first fanciful encounter
On that full-mooned, starry night.

Don't think of the moments you'd forget me,
Don't remember the nights I'd lie awake,
Revel in the nights you'd arrive
And the incredible memories we'd make.

Don't think of the doubts you'd wallow in,
Don't remember your distant embrace,
Relive the countless times I'd pull you in,
And the fears I'd soon erase.

Don't think of the anniversaries we'd miss,
Don't remember when we'd argue and shout,
Recall the times we'd make up and make love
And forget what we were fighting about.

Don't think of the days you'd watch me suffer,
Don't remember when you'd helplessly stand by,
Remember the days we'd race down the hillsides
Under the crystal-blue summer sky.

Don't think of me as you last saw me,
Don't remember my cries and my pain,
Just know, trust, and believe I am happy now,
And I will see you once again.


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Art by Rachel Bingaman
http://bingartbyrachelbingaman.blogspot.com/

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