Just please have mercy
I beg you please
Just pull the trigger
And I’ll have rest
Don’t keep me guessing
All this time
My mind is rotting
from inside
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Apparently from March 2021, scary!
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9/25/24The patter of pawsteps and the crisp crunch of leaves.The patter of two racing hearts as wind whips through fur.The iron tang of red staining the fresh snow.Delicate snowflakes drift dusting eternal stillnessThe Last RideHis fragile frame hoistsItself up into the saddle.Tired hands grab the reins.All but used up legs shiftTo the size of the saddle. "I'll make it." Was all he said to reassureAnyone that he could do it.His hands grip the reins,Causing the horse to look up. With the slightest shiftIn his weight, the horse moves.A wide smile on his face asHe pulls to the right. The horse rears up,His fragile frame twisting.A scream as he shifted to one side,In an instant the horse,Was without a rider. His fragile frame lay,Unmoving on the ground.A sad smile on his face,Pulling himself to stand. "I'll make it." He started to walk, thoughIn an instant the ground cameTo meet his body head on. Strong arms picked him up asA worried face met his. "Don't worry Dad, I'll get it." The fragile framed boy pushedHimself to stand on his own.A determined look on his face,His hands tightened as he walked. The horse whinnied as it pawedThe cracked ground.The boy nodded to the animal,Before he shifted his frame.He wasn't going to give in,Without a fight. "I told you, I'll make it." The horse reared up before comingAt the boy in a dead run.A scream was heard as the boy,Jumped and grabbed the saddle.He was going to make it this time. His fragile frame moved with easyThis time to sit in the saddle.The reins flying in the wind asHe grabbed at them.Soon holding them as he pulled back. The horse held no choice but to obey.In a dead run, soon to a dead stop.The fragile framed boy gave a cryIn surprise as a wide smile wasOnce more on his face. With the control once moreIn his hands, he looked backAnd waved wildly. "Come on! One more time!" Several figures kicked their horses.With whinnies the horses followedThe fragile framed boy and horse.The figures on the horses heldSad, soft smiles on their faces.They knew this was trulyThe last time. The fragile framed boyLooked back as a smileThat held no fear was there.The figures smiled with joy,But they knew better. "This will be the last time." The doctors had told them.The boy's fatherDropped to his knees asThe boy's friend couldOnly shake her head with dread. They knew it was going to beThe last time they ever sawThat smile again,That crazy wave, andThe last time they everHeard all thoseRoger Miller songs. The boy looked back to themAs he kicked his horse in the sides.The horse kicked to a gallop,Causing the figures to follow. "I'll get there!" That night as they laid outUnder the stars, he looked to her.A soft smile on his face asHe reached out and placed a strong hand,On her shoulder, soon gripping there. Her eyes cast to his with a sad look.He only shook his head as he smiled,Not wanting to see her or him upset.Soon he squeezed her shoulder,Rolling over then to sleep. "Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake." She nodded as she rolled overAnd dreamed a dreamless dream.All she was worried about wasThe fragile framed boy. Morning broke as she looked to him.He was still rolled over whereHe'd been the night before.She shook him only to findThat in the night,He'd passed away. Tears streamed down her faceAs she pulled him close.His father soon coming,And finding the despair there.Tears crawled from his eyes,As the boy was handed to him. "I told you not to worry." They had heard those words,So many times, and believed them.Now they had only wished,They had told him their own. "This was the last ride."trophyFairy ClubI can’t recall how the argument started, but I remember why: Sabrina wanted to be the leader of Fairy Club. Fairy club took place during recess and consisted of me, my twin sister, and a mutual friend named Sabrina. We would pretend to be elemental fairies with winged horses that would carry us around. We had never had an official vote to decide who was leader, but I ended up naturally stepping into the role, since I had decided our meeting place and led our activities. Our meeting place was a large tree in the middle of the playground, and at the beginning of recess we would all group up and go make potions or groom our horses. It was my favorite part of the day, and I always eagerly waited for it so I could see my friends and we could go off and have magical adventures. Until the fight. My sister was present for the fight but didn’t participate. Instead, she plucked grass from the ground, watching as me and Sabrina fought without a mediator. “But I’m the leader of Fairy Club.” I told Sabrina, trying to reason with her “I made it.” “No, you didn’t!” she yelled back “I made it! I just let you be leader!” "I did!” I began to yell at her back “You’re just lying!” “Am not!” she stamped her feet at the ground, pointing at me accusingly “tell me when you made Fairy Club then! When did you make it!?” I stammered, unable to come up with a response. For some reason, I was certain she wanted the specific day I had made Fairy Club, which slipped my mind. Despite my attempts to throw the question back at her, she rebuffed it, insisting that I tell her when I made it first. We were both growing increasingly frustrated, yelling and throwing the worst insults we could think of. I reached my breaking point when my sister joined in. “Um, I think Sabrina should be leader. You’ve been leader for a really long time.” My sister piped up, getting up from the grass. She stood behind Sabrina, making her position visually known. In my eyes, the ultimate betrayal had occurred. My own sister didn’t even agree with me. “FINE!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, seething with rage “You can be leader of Fairy Club! But I’m LEAVING!” I ran away, pulling my imaginary horse with me to hide behind another large tree, far away from the playground. I wanted them to find me, and apologize to me, and ask me to come back. But they didn’t. Rapidly, anger and vindication seeped from my body, and sorrow took its place as I began to weep. After that, I never found another group to be with during recess. Sometimes I would play with other groups, but I never found one that I became a part of. I had become a loner. In third grade, I tried to rejoin Fairy Club, but quickly realized that Fairy Club bored me. Maybe I had been ignored by Sabrina, who was now leader. Maybe I just didn’t have it in me to forgive Sabrina. Maybe I just had grown out of it. I can’t remember. But soon after joining, I silently left. Looking back, I realize I never really recovered from leaving my only friend group. During 4th and 5th grade, I chose to hide in the doorframe that led to gym and read books instead of playing with my friends, because I had no friends. I’m sure me and Sabrina would have still grown apart over the years, as even in 5th grade, long after Fairy Club ended, I never reconnected with Sabrina. Elementary school was a lonely experience for me, and I can only wonder if it would have been different if I was willing to let go of my pride.Sisterly FluffDo Androids Dream?Soft music echoes within meA memory of heartbreak and hopeHow could such a small thing mold my heart so? This thingThis tiny, unimportant thing that I can hold in my handsIt's nothing but images, sounds, motionsBut also emotion, weight, and ache.Melodies of memories attune with my heart,Resonating with the dark ink in my bonesAnd my blood glitters with peaceful dreams. I breathe in nostalgia and crisisI breathe out resolve and comfort. I owe my soul to a skeletal maskI owe my hope to data and discordI owe my future to apocalypse and apocalypse. Do I see myself in the malfunctioning body?In the cut hair?In the bindings of poverty? Maybe.Perhaps it is simply unending empathy.Or perhaps a piece of me lies in the sound.CheetahsWhen I was young I loved cheetahsI thought it was funThat when they runThey do it the fastest it’s ever been done When I was young I would dream andI thought it was funImagine if I wonI’d never feel lost I’d be someone But in the light of the sunI don’t know, know, know, know,know, know, knowI just never feel like I’m oneI don’t know, know, know, know, know, know, know I feel like I haven’t begun When I was young I loved cheetahsI thought it was funThat when they runThey do it the fastest it’s ever been done When I was young I would dream andI thought it was funImagine if I wonI’d never feel lost I’d be someone But in the light of the sunI don’t know, know, know, know,know, know, knowI just never feel like I’m oneI don’t know, know, know, know, know, know, know I feel like I’ve been outruntrophy