I lie my head
with heaviness
anxiously
awaiting sleep
and though I know
it will not come
I lie here thinking
about what I've done
or rather what
I haven't done
Wishing I
Would've begun
All the things
They said to do
The things
I thought I already new
Or rather that I thought I'd do
but intent just wasn't true
and as I lie
I picture my days
how all my days will really stay
and though I wish
there was another way
this is my life now
day to day
Making my way
To where the Golden Arches lay
And I'm not lovin' it
About the Creator
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
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