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Nocturna Origins Chapter 3
Chapter 3 : Distance
One could frankly consider it running away. I did leave my sister alone to care for Akita while I took off with Acheron. At the time, I wasn't quite ready to accept that something so horrible could happen to somebody who had done nothing wrong but do what they had dedicated their life to. Had done nothing less than love their mate with their whole being. And yet, Acheron had gone to pick something up from Akita only to find her mutilated, bloody and sobbing over the body of what was once her mate. At that time in my life I couldn't think of a worse tragedy. And it was very much a tragedy I wasn't willing to face. And so,
Nocturna Origins Chapter 2
Chapter 2 : Akita's Justice
Not too long after the incident of the kiss, there was an incident which happened to Akita, one which changed Acheron some, he'd become a more dominant and forceful figure. Though we'd never slept together, when we found ourselves alone and knew there would be no interruption there were many times when I found Acheron forcing himself upon me, as if trying to make me his own to prevent losing me as his sister had lost everything. To this day looking at Akita, her story runs through my mind, a tragedy of true love, turned sour and festering into a filthy and infected wound.
Akita had fallen deeply in love with a ma
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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