Grand Escape"I...I-I-I... I wanted to LIVE!" She screamed at him, eyes frantic, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I wanted to grow up! I wanted to marry some day! I wanted to have a LIFE! AND NOW IT's all GONE, Derek. GONE. There won't BE a tomorrow! We're all going to DIE don't you understand? DIE." She lunged from the spot she sat, tackling Derek who grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. She dug her fingers into his back, firmly grasping the fabric of his shirt, searching desperately into his eyes for a reason not even she knew.
The girl slowly sunk to the floor, collapsing into a pile of tears once more, sobbing at the boy's feet. "Die..." she mumbled again.
Derek only peered sadly to her, sympathy on his features, lowering himself to his knees to look at her. He took her shoulders again, pulling her close, and saying to her sternly, "Listen, Emily, listen. We're not going to die, okay? We'll make it out of this, we'll survive. We'll live till we're a hundred and fifty two and we'll get out of
UnfinishedShe stepped into the water slowly
Her hand trailed across its oil surface
It parts for her as if
She where a duck.
She descends down in
Its ghastly embrace and it welcomes
With jaw agape
It won't bite
As she dips into the
Untitled.This isn't some thing
I can get out on paper
I can put to a pen
This is not something
I can ink and frame
And hang it on a wall
Like a collector's dead butterfly
This isn't dead.
It's living and breathing
And red blood coarses through its
Mushy red veins and
Through its mushy bones
And I'm not sure what to say
And I'm not sure what to do
I'm not sure if I belong at all
But it lives still
And I cannot hang it up
I cannot admire it but in person