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A most festive of seasons cheery eve,
joyful greetings, and presents to receive.
With children's smiles lit up all aglow,
a happiness as brightly as a winters snow.
The laughter and chatter through the halls,
with wreathes and decorations along walls.
While sleigh bells jingle to their own tunes,
tales of stories echoing through the rooms.
Songs of traditions, and hymns dance along,
as merry carolers can be heard all night long.
Tis a season for fellowship, and family love,
welcoming those to honor one high above.
So sing and dance to this magical rhyme,
and love freely in this most neighborly time.
joyful greetings, and presents to receive.
With children's smiles lit up all aglow,
a happiness as brightly as a winters snow.
The laughter and chatter through the halls,
with wreathes and decorations along walls.
While sleigh bells jingle to their own tunes,
tales of stories echoing through the rooms.
Songs of traditions, and hymns dance along,
as merry carolers can be heard all night long.
Tis a season for fellowship, and family love,
welcoming those to honor one high above.
So sing and dance to this magical rhyme,
and love freely in this most neighborly time.
Literature
violence
he spits into the bathroom sink
bones pushing against the skin of hands
that grip each other's shadows
as the breaths come slower.
lips crack and splinter as they stretch
in a smile that tastes
metallic, dull with fear,
maraschino cherry red
what shining eyes, what glinting teeth
look sharper in the light?
Literature
Specter
How many years have I roamed through these halls?
I search for something that I cannot find.
The darkness encloses, pressing on me;
I exist in a vacuum: bodiless.
I must have done something terribly wrong
To go on for the remainder of time
With needles tearing the skin I don’t have,
I gasp for air to fill lungs that aren’t there.
I search through the halls to look for myself.
The screams I hear can only be my own.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve
Such a dreadfully empty existence
So I could beg a shred of forgiveness.
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- die.
He strained against the current.
The chilling tide seared his eyes.
A flood of kits underfoot,
they pushed and drove him astern.
He sensed the warmth rising;
the heat of the sun or of fire.
He fell into the biting winds,
borne back toward the flames.
The others scurried in terror
from embers that blistered and scarred.
Because the cold had numbed his sight,
he saw that in life he had survived.
And in death he must...
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