Night vigil
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Just one stroke One stroke and its all over.. . Moonbeams dancing on the blade Taunting...mocking me... Inner self beating the walls of her sanctum Berating me..traitor...coward Cold steel against my flesh...harder..harder still Prick of pain that curdles my insides... Then the blood...darker than the milky chocolate of my skin...darker than the pitchblackness that surrounds me A drop..two..chasing each other down my magled wrist Just one cut and it will be over soon... What a joke... Culmination of my bad decisions in one dumb move A distant bell tolls midnight...cricket song fades to a deafening hush...silence... Unwavering Unchanging A pregnant pause in a world of sound Like a collectively held breath. But the battle lines have been drawn War already lost and won... I cant do it...cant watch it all fade to a deeper darkness never to return... The bell strikes again...moonbeams and sunbeams fight for dominance over the sky as dawn approaches Light spreads the blanket of dark to illuminate my shame... A scraggly line that barely pierces the surface Natures little helpers already at work stitching it closed again Even then...the mild throb is a painful reminder Inner self has calmed down..folded herself into a ball and gone to sleep I look down at my wrist again Wipe away the caking blood to see the criss cross of failed attempts silvered by time Another night gone by...
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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