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She took the loose bandana around her neck and tied it to the tree that she’d been staring at for the past three hours. It was the last place she held her, touched her, spoke to her. The bandana didn’t belong to her at that point, and she was happy to leave it behind. It was time to start anew, and now she knew how.

Posted By Rae Post On 05.02.2011 @ 12:36 pm

I had a waiter one day. He held this tray in a way I’d never seen; it was confident. He told me he had no other dream than what he was doing right at that second, which, he admitted, involved talking to me. I was moved, and I never saw him again.

Posted By Rae Post On 09.26.2010 @ 8:59 pm

I surf the crowd in the hopes of finding some human emotion. Excitement? No, that would be a stretch. Fear? I’m the devil, what have I to fear. Happiness? Never. I’m so tired of being so empty.

Posted By Rae Post On 06.26.2009 @ 9:38 am

The beauty. Oh how I relished and relinquished it. I would lie in my bed and dream of it. It wasn’t until later in my life that I realized how fake this beauty was. I was fifteen, and I realized imagination is just as pretend as the boogie monster.

Posted By Rae Post On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

I want to roll your head to the bottom of the hill of heaven. I want to roll your severed and disgusting head until it’s no longer recognizable as a head. I want to roll every single bit of your body until you are nothing, and I am something, and we, are this.

Posted By Rae Post On 03.23.2010 @ 7:44 pm