I am flying. It is the purest motion. My wings billow out behind meas I fly higher and higher. But the wax is melting I have gone too close to the sun. My father was right. I am falling and falling faster and […]
The train is in motion. I throw a brick and it skitters off the tracks. Everyone screams as they flip. One little child climbs out and into my arms. I can’t let anyone know it was me. Its so crowded. They will never find me.
Saturday is tomorrow. I will probably have to hangout with my friend. She gets mad when I make fun of Jesus and say that I’m the antichrist. She sure likes drawing pictures of Marilyn Manson for someone who doesn’t like him.