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My skin is taunt and cracked with dried tears. I wipe at my face but this threatens to stir the beast And force forward the eruption of emotion. I gulp back the torrent and force a smile, surely the people that encase me believe the façade. The sun bursting through the windows mocks my disposition, infuriating the ogre who declines to wait a further stop. My finger jaunts at the button as my shell scurries forward. Ramming through the partially released doors, I rupture into the street and dart towards home The upsurge dispersing a channel of tears that ensue.

The shivering breeze saunters over the hills, producing a chill that convulses my whole being. My hair playfully dances around my face, teasing at my frosty nose and weary eyes. The air is bitter yet comforting as it swirls around, Pushing and pulling anything it encounters. The discoloured leaves that fall dying to the earth Are placed in its hands and carried about until exhausted of the game it positions them tenderly on the ground. Witnessing this play, I secure my jacket tightly around me. Continuing along the path, pushed along by the gusty current. Snuggling my head down further into my scarf I yank my gloves up without mi

I sit stationary and observe my surroundings. The street pulsates with life born out of hustle, The path beats as the feet pound past, The traffic rumbles on causing Vibrations that shake my chair. The engines constantly humming, My thoughts bicker for first place. Determination is printed in bold on the Foreheads of the people who pass. Nothing is slow, at ease, calm, Except me, I sip from my cup leisurely, Slanting into the squishy arm chair I sigh.

She adjusts her garments, and tightens her pigtails. Galloping down the stairs she rockets into her fathers embrace, Upon grounding herself, she gazes up inquisitively, The figure towering over her is not threatening It is the impression on her brain, fathomed as love. The warm spring air pushes at her skin as she bounds along Her father securely at her side, he swings her to his shoulders. Nothing seems higher to her than her fathers’ shoulders, She tightly squeezes his neck and rests her head on his. The comfort and warmth of her father is something That after he is gone will be etched on her mind.

Children hurdle themselves into the air And swing rapidly back towards the ground. Others jump high alternating until one gets bored Then the other sits bum flat to the ground sadly. Some slide, run to the top and slide again. The younger children find simply joys in the sand, The grainy covering of the play ground. One girl in particular stands out. She is sitting simply observing her peers play, She doesn’t smile or make any outward sign of change. Simply watches, Eventually she gets up, walks over to the group of smaller children, Stomps on their sand creations, pushes one over and runs away.

The soft granules crunch under my feet, The hush of quite is ruptured As the water wall collapses to the shore. The deliberate curve of the coast Crafts my path as I venture to the headland. The soft particles become prickly blades, As I scramble higher the air is more at ease. The sky becomes luminescent as I reach the summit, The light has burst forth in preparation, Of the awakening orb ready to glow over the day.

Time sauntered on emphasized by the monotonous droning drip of the tap. I sat icy, stationary. I was sated as I had just satisfied my ample hunger yet my stomach still twisted and tightened as I twitched in my chair. Had I came here of my own choice and will, I doubt I would have been as agitated, however this was not the case each moment crept by. Liquid excreted from my pores saturating my forehead A whimper tickled at my vocal chords but no sound escaped The door crawled open and the face that had dragged me from the street resurfaced. His face was warped with a perverted sneer; the stench emanating from the adjoining room co

Tranquil, at rest Waiting to be shook. When the string is plucked its gambols, It vibrates and ricochets, Beginning its voyage across the expansive air. Gracefully it rises and falls, rises and falls, Dancing towards the ear to tickle it to life, Licking the mind it stimulates sound. Upon its destination it contemplates, Without the ear does it exist?

There was a dejected and morbid air created by the dull grey colour of the house, it seemed to have been washed with acid. The lonely tree with bare arms crying out to the sky stood emblem to the house itself Venturing inside I was shocked by the difference. The memory of vibrant gold trimming Had discolored to a murky yellow. Air rank with dust penetrated my lungs, Forcing convulsion to shake my entire being Coughing and spluttering from room to room, grief engulfed me My family home once vibrant and bubbly, Had become an inanimate object Simple another run down house.