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Good WitchEmpty bag and tired legs…last house.
There are witches and witches on this world…different door to knock and Fella could have end up in stew…but he had luck.
Door opened and nice old woman peeked from there.
-Trick or treat-said Fella, smiling widely.
-Oh, what a nice Dracula costume-said lady pleasantly smiling-I knew the original owner…Just because you dressed like that, you'll get a special treat…-
In front of Fella's surprised eyes, she pulled a basket full of colorful little eggs.
-Pick one-she said.
But Fella was reluctant which to pick. Woman smiled.
-It helps if you know your wishes-she said-What do you desire most right now?-
-I wish to get home, fast-said Fella, feeling cold and thinking of pumpkin pie waiting for him there.
-Very well-woman nodded-Pick the purple one and cracked it…it will come true…-
-This is life-thought Fella, flying through the air toward his home.
That was a nice lady…pardon, witch.
BrokenYou have found me, lying on the floor
beaten and bruised, broken inside
naked and tender to touch, in pain
not even crying anymore
Sob or two, a whimper in dream,
that's how much you get from me
in these times...used, abused,
my soul is hiding for a while,
there's nothing on my face,
except twitches of broken smiles.
You put the mirror in front of my face
to see if I breathe...I open my eyes,
finding the similar pair looking at me,
in need...I close them again.
Dark is so much closer to oblivion.
But your touch is mild and gentle
while you call me back...
and all I feel is the urge to somehow
squeeze myself into your embrace
and sleep there, feeling sheltered and safe...
not that it is going to happen,
it's just one more dream.
The figment of my imagination,
a vapor from tears perspiration, you are,
nothing more than my desire...
when I wake up, you are gone in puff of smoke.
I'm still lying on the floor, all alone,
deserted toy, broken inside, pieces missing...
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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