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The clouds were dark and crowded together, indistinguishable from one another. Rain beat against the sky light with the pitter patter of point shoes in a bourree. Annabelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to imagine herself standing out alone against the storm dancing her solo from Swan Lake. She went through each movement in exactly how she had danced it over and over before. Finally, when the last movement stilled, she came out of her reverie. Looking around Annabelle observe...

The clouds were dark and crowded together, undifferentiable from one another. Rain beat against the sky light with the pitter patter of point shoes in a bourree. Annabelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to imagine herself standing out alone against the storm dancing her solo from Swan Lake. She went through each movement in exactly how she had danced it over and over before. Finally, when the last movement stilled, she came out of her reverie. Looking around Annabelle observed...

Some sights are better left unseen. Is it the horror of a body abandoned, In a mutilated state inflicted? The vision of an African orphan Waiting for an unmerciful release? Mayhap even the picture of one left In a state without love to grasp? People say, Some sights are better left unseen. I ask myself, Do I wish never to have glimpsed The fear and shame on my sister’s face, Nor the unnatural splashes of the white water From the dishes she’d been washing As my father struck he...

Some sights are better left unseen. Is it the horror of a body abandoned, In a mutilated state inflicted? The vision of an African orphan Waiting for an unmerciful release? Mayhap even the picture of one left In a state without love to grasp? People say, Some sights are better left unseen. I ask myself, Do I wish never to have glimpsed The fear and shame on my sister’s face, Nor the unnatural splashes of the white water From the dishes she’d been washing As my father struck h...

“So, tomorrow Jims, you in or not?” Lee’s words broke into Jimmy’s slightly glazed thoughts. He and a couple other guys were relaxing in Lee’s basement, listening to Timberland and passing around a joint. Giving a lazy smile, Jimmy watched as Lee sucked in a large whiff of smoke. The way he stuck out his lower jaw and scrunched up his freckle coated nose made him look like a monkey. It didn’t help that Lee had a slight unibrow and a mop of black hair. He let out a loud yawn as he passed the j...