poemygoodness
She had none, she held none, she simply didn't believe that they existed.
She only believed in causes, and in the fact she had many.
The crew gathered once again, in the same spot in the court yard. Some with coffee, others with stories of the things they've seen the past five years when they slipped from our view. It was like old times, and the ache slowly took over.
Hearts were pounding and then there was the call. Heel, heel, heel they said.
But I could only go on. I couldn't stop myself, every part of me wanted it. Even my logic was overruled by this twisted desire.
A bandanna wrapped around her hair, black eyeliner smudged. She ran from them with gasps between sobs, and between the gasps was her pleads to forgive. She didn't know what she had done, but forgiveness is worth a life.