Her eyes were goldMolten and glowingConstantly changing, shifting, dynamicRich with color and movementThey glowed with the bright light of a new torch..
Once upon a time, there were three childrenTwo girls and one boyOnce upon a time, they were attackedThe boy was the first to go downOne girl soon foll..
It is my birthdayLike it is every yearOn March 22edI am turning olderMa' won't tell me how muchAll I know is my birthdayEvery year I get one more gift..
The house is dark and still as he pulls me through it, his parents both at work and his siblings in day care. My eyes flit around, taking in the numer..