UnPerfectlyPorcelain

  "Let her go."  she cocked her head, placing one hand in her short hair, the other over her lips.  Let her go?  He made it sound so easy... "She's only going to hurt you."  Yes, well...she'd already done that, hadn't she?  What was the big deal...being hurt a little more.  "You have to let her go."   "How?"  she finally questioned, letting her hands drop to her sides in angry fists, eyes glinting dangerously.  "I've never felt this way before."     "She's no good for you."   "I love her."   "That doe

When it rains I lose the reason The thought The expression The season. When it rains I can't see your eyes Can't see your face Can't see your smile When it rains. When it rains You die You leave You love You fly. When it rains The water holds me Hates me Hits me Molds me When it rains. When it rains.

  “I TRIED…” HIS WHISPER WAS LOST IN THE CRUSHING DARKNESS.  NO ONE WAS THERE TOO HAVE HEARD IT EVEN IF IT HAD FOUGHT ITS WAY THROUGH THE SILENCE.  HE TREMBLED, GREASY HAIR DANGLING IN HIS FACE…HIS BODY HANGING LIMP AND UNKEMPT AGAINST THE CHAINS THAT BOUND HIM IN HIS PRISON.  “YOU FAILED.”  THE VOICE.  AGAIN AND AGAIN IT CAME TOO HIM, STABBING HIM WITH ITS WHITE HOT INTENSITY.  HE HAD FAILED HIM.  “YOU LET ME DIE.”    “I TRIED!”  HE INSISTED, “I TRIED SO HARD TOO SAVE YOU…” THE WHISPER WAS COLD, BROKEN.  MEANINGLESS WERE THE WORDS THAT COULD CHANGE NOTHING.  BUT SUDDENLY&#

  THE CROWD BUZZED AROUND HIM, FRIENDS LAUGHING, DRINKING, SINGING, AND CRYING.  THERE WAS SO MUCH TO LOOK AT, BUT HIS ATTENTION FOCUSED NOT ON THE SHALLOW BEINGS THAT SWIRLED AROUND HIM LIKE A CURRENT, BUT ON THE DOGS RESTING BEHIND THE FENCE ON THE HILL.  THE TWO CLOSEST TOO THE FENCE WATCHED HIM INTENTLY, THEIR SPECKLED BODIES RISING AND FALLING IN SINCRINIZATION, THE TENSION IN THE AIR BRINGING THEM TOGETHER INTO ONE ENTITY.  BUT HIS EYES FOUND THE OTHER.  THE LARGE GREY DOG THAT RESTED BENEITH THE OLD SYCAMORE TREE.  HE KEPT HIS HEAD DOWN ON HIS PAWS, HIS GLASSY EYES STARING OFF INTO ETERNITY, SEEING THINGS THAT NO ONE ELSE COULD SEE.  H

The smell burned her nose, sharp and tangy…like swallowing a lime peal.  The aching protest of her lungs was hard to ignore as the fire raged all around her.  The only thing keeping her from a panic was the warm bundle that squirmed slightly between her jaws.  The expanse of water in front of her was menacing, the gurgling growl of the rapids a clear dare; jump. And she did, the flames grasping her tail and threatening to pull her down just as she escaped, flying over the river with a strength that should have been beyond her.  She crumpled to the ground without much grace, curling in on her self to protect the whimpering bundle between