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I remember you took me in like family

kame-ha me-ha you were always there to battle me

Junior High Shook the skin of my sanity

and I said “look you win, I’m an animal”

And all my real friends will be made at me

but I was secretly researching the antidote

After High-school I dropped my vanity

Avoiding girls like I’m my own worst enemy

Time alone school the skin of remains

Christmas shopping, not how I intended

But I still heard Santa Clause’ reigns

as into darkness I slowly descended

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8 year old boy Johnathan is in argument with family,
gets mad and feels an energy he can’t control.
his hands/arms raised straight up, shaking with nervous energy, and then
they are bought down palms facing down as if
stiffly slaping his hands on an invisible table top.
there is a noise like a machines gear locking into place
hard,(chug), and with it is an impact as like if he missed the last step
on stairs and landed hard on his feet. He also faintly heard
a short grunt and a short wail muffled by everything else in
that second.

he flinchingly closed his eyes, and when he opened them
he was looking at his mom dad and older sister, they were
still standing but their upper halves were completely bent
backwards and parallel with thr ground.
and there arms loked to be broken.

he was horrified and scared.
“Johnathan” his mothers simply annoided tone, distorted by
the position she was in, her voice straining to escape.
“what have you done?…look what youve done to us”

“what…what happened, what are you doing?” Johnathans heart
was beating like mad and he felt like liquid metal was dripping
down his spine. He was shaking all over. He hated the feeling
almost as intesnly as his fear of that he was seeing.

the older sister “well youve crippled us and it is permanent
and we are going to have to live like this now”

noooooo wailed johnathan, pleease, I’ll fix it, and he started
furiouly waving his arms up and donw, trying to reverse
what ever evil black magic or curse he, in his rage, had tapped
and unleased.

suddenly he fell, landed on his behind, and felt a shadow covering him,
blocking some of the kitchen light. He looked up to see the back of his
fathers head looming over him in the same position
his whole family is in.

then he fell through the ground and was in a world with only cleanly
sliced structures. dark blue and brown, dark blue skys,
buildings ina chaotic fashion clustered together but spanning for it seemed
for ever, and lights, lighting the buildings as
if the alien world was on some sinister display
, and there was no people in this
alien world, then he screamed as he started
to go insane, and then he woke up.
and his family was normal and everything was normal.

Marrie fell asleep in the staff bedroom of the mansion… As her bedroom door swung open, Marrie awoke and sat straight up in her bed startled and breathing heavily. Out the door she could hear screams, gun fire, distant explosions. She smelled gun power, blood, and death. The light from outside shined in orange and red into the room. In the middle of the door stood her deceased sister Candice, dressed in a dirty black robe and brown hijab, with a look of terror in her eyes that matched the sounds from outside the door. “Candice!?” Marrie yelled, “whats happening? How are your here?” “MARRIE” Candice screamed in warning, panting and grunting with the effort to stand. , “Don’t come any closer” Marrie pulled her blanket up to her chest. “Candice. Close the door and we’ll escape through the window.” Candice stood motionless and closed her eyes. “Candice!” marrie swung the blankets down into her lap, suddenly aware that her little sister was not listening to her at all. “what are you doing we have to go” In front of Marrie was sudden violent explosion of red, and pink and white, in all shades, and Candice was gone. In her place among the human debree was Joseph, covered in blood and gore he stood seemingly oblivous to what had happened. Oblivious to the screams of men and women from outside, and the sounds of almost rhythmic explosions. Oblivious to the heat and dampness of the explosion he came out of. He seemed almost as if he were sleeping with his eyes open. Then slowly he became aware of Marrie who sat pushed up to the far side of the bed, sobbing, drownin out the sounds with her blanket. “There you are you whore” Joseph said in a loud voice to make sure he was heard over the war sounds behind him. She watched in horrible anticipation as Joseph walked further into the room at a casual pace starrin at her with disgust. There was a blur of brown infront of her eyes and Marrie flinched and let out a yelp. She thought somthing had fell from the ceilin, somthin big. Joseph stopped at this event still starrin at Marrie and wainted. The brown blur remained floatin infront of her. She glanced up at the ceiling and could see that the blur extended from a hole in the ceiling, and she cauht a glimps of a few stars in the small piece of night sky visible between the ceiling and this brown blur. She felt such a longing to be out side, under the stars and away from this horror. One last sob escaped her and then she realized what she was looking at. The brown blur that was wiping the gore off of Joseph as he waited patiently, was a hand. It was a giant brown skinned hand cupping and skimming the layer of human remains off of Joseph and flickin it’s hand from the wrist to fling the slop off onto the floor. The hand was finnished in moments and pulled up closer to the ceiling. Joseph’s navy blue uniform was now visible. The bed room door slowly closed but the light from the stars outside the ceiling and the moon outside the window, gave more than enough light to see twisted look on Joseph’s face. He continued walkin with his casual stride leaving Marrie no time to react. Then Joseph stopped again, his hand shot up into the air and a bat appeared in his hand. He seemed confused for a moment . He took time to inspect bat and the whole event, lookin around, he seemed to nod to somthin behind him. Then he looked at Marrie communicating his disust through his eyes as he spoke again. “Look at you with your hair down and your make up, if I were your sister I’d find a way out too. You are-” and he wound up the bat behind him as he quickly bridged the gap to her bed at an angle. “such”, and swung for her face, “a WHORE!” Marrie Screamed “Oh my God!” waking herself up from the nightmare she would never forget. Still facing the open door she lay back down this time to the right side of the bed letting her right arm drop off to the floor. She felt around frantically with her right hand until she felt the tip prick the tip of her thumb. The handle was far out of reach in her position. As she brought her arm up to suck her thumb of the sharp pain, the , mostly just for comfort. She felt for the handle and when she found it For a moment there was stillness and silence and she regained her composure.