I had not seen her in quite a long time.             She looked good. Her face was too tight. And her makeup was much too heavy. Her eyes were closed and her lips in an almost frown.   ...want to think of her like that. I’d rather remember her             Differently.     I’m one to believe,             In Truth.  

She looked down upon the world A place she watched constantly From her place in the sky In the universe She wondered what it felt like To touch the ground To feel the Earth, the layer of dirt To...she was round and bright in the sky. Her skin was paler than usual as well but who would notice? She was only the moon Not the greatest, I am running on very low energy at the moment.

today she took a walk in the park the tips of her bare toes catching under the leaves kicking them up and laughing like a child pushing down a house of cards king queen jack embracing and catching one...many times and the trees knew it when they asked her to dance and she said no wait i am too busy talking to your scarecrow man who i love can you wait until yesterday i promise i'll have time then.

"I've done it!" April practically screamed across the house. I ran into her room, and saw what she was talking about. Her skin was paler than usual because of the black dye in her hair. I laughed...."You've finally done it, April. It looks good." "Now I just need you to help me add the pink. Please help me, Katie." I smiled, put on some gloves and helped my sister finish her transformation

So, I haven't really been able to find the right words to say lately. I hope this flows right.   Her skin was paler than usual As she slips the moon Over her shoulders Wandering the forest Of...her still-white teeth Trapped in her eternal crime scene She wants to sleep Begs to sleep   But Memory is cruel Memory’s fingers prick and poke Summoning demons Who should be Left in the dark

against all odds she forces her smile.. luminating the world, the death of friends, of family, of her own spirit. for she knows the truth. she knows the pain of the promises of tomorrow. her eyes were darknened, her skin was paler then usual , her breath more strained.. more forced.. as she walked the streets to the empty place once called home, now a reminder she's alone.

Note: This is a scene that actually happened last year. I'm a nurse apprentice and watched my first patient die. It's been a really, really long time since I acutally wrote anything at all, so I'm more...a scene from a movie or one of these soap operas. But I knew that this was cold reality. "Take your time," I heard my colleague whisper before he closed the door. She was gone. And I was her angel

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