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Shatterglass"Just tell me you're joking. You can't seriously intend to go through with this heinous idea of yours?" He cast a woeful glance at the young man who stood a little more than an arm's length away from him, just barely within range of his heavy, scaled tail, before his companion's face was half-hidden beneath a ragged gray cloak, and a cloth mask. It hurt him to think that after this, it was likely he would never see this young man ever again. Not here, in this war-torn desert they called home. "Surely, there's some other way that you can-"
"There isn't any other way, Hatij," The cloaked young man shook his head, sighing. "I have to do this, or none of us can ever be free. Whether or not death awaits me at the end of my road is still up to fate and the gods to decide. All you can do is wish me luck and stop being so doubtful."
"It's in my nature to be doubtful, Sakim..It is in the nature of all my people since the wars of a hundred years past," Hatij shook his head, flicking his lizard t
Angel of Darkness"Do you see it?" The young girl tugged hard on the arm of her best friend, pulling him towards what looked like a crime scene. "Tell me you see it!"
"Oh, come on, Dee..Of course I see it." The boy shook his head, following her. "I'm not blind..but we shouldn't get involved. It looks like one of those crime scenes you see on those TV cop shows. We could get in trouble."
"So?" Dee tapped her foot impatiently. "That's the fun of it, Kade!" He sighed, shaking his head and followed his impulsive friend anyway. Kade could tell Dee was really excited about whatever had happened, but he couldn't help having a bad feeling about this. After all, someone had been killed. Usually, it was a good idea not to get too close to things like that. The killer could still be lurking around somewhere. When they finally got close, they saw exactly what all of this was about, and Kade shuddered slightly. Murder.. Someone had been killed in the middle of the street, his blood splattered everywhere, a deep gash
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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