SedulousSara

I’m in pain and I love it, I can’t help that I do.      And I don’t need to prove it –      I swear I tell the truth. My heart is full of trapped passion, Without a wick to ignite.      So I squirm in dying embers,      Without a trace of fire in sight. I’m in pain and I love it, I can’t help that I do.      And I don’t need to prove it –      I swear I tell the truth. My soul needs Miss Nicotine, And her pretty poison, too.      When I first felt her in my lungs,      I knew our love was true. I’m in pain and I love it, I can’t help that I do.      And I don’t nee

Triplets Morrow HARRISON MORROW My name is Harrison Morrow, And I cannot hear. Mother deemed it so That sound wasn’t something to hold dear. Mother was always scared Of the things others said. She said if they cared, Then they would speak kindly instead. Once, my ears started ringing From Mother screaming in my ear.

Triplets Morrow HAIL MORROW My name is Hail Morrow, And I cannot see. Mother deemed it so That my sight was not useful to me. In fact, she did not like my eyes. She hated the flame that kindled beneath my stare. She quickly grew to despise The pits of Hell within my glare. Mother told me that my eyes were tainted, Taken away by the Devil himself. Insisting that He and I were well acquainted, She grabbed a knife from her shelf. As she stormed across the loft, I begged for mercy as my heart began to race. The candlelight was ominously soft On her impulsive, terrified face. Mother fiercely grabbed the knife, Like an angry spirit gaining ve

Triplets Morrow PROLOGUE Our mother is hated By the public eye. They call her a “bloody sadist,” Though we can’t understand why. They blame the screams they hear, And rattles of things being thrown about. But for us they shouldn’t fear, For Mother is only keeping the Devil out. We only cry at first – Our tolerance runs so thin. As Mother says, love hurts, Especially with broken skin. “See no evil, Hear no evil,  Speak no evil!” She’ll say. “And if you’re caught committing such sin, The Devil will make you pay!” We don’t think our mother is mad, No matter what they

 Bree is a puzzle.  A complicated, 1000 piece puzzle that would take me years to finally solve.  I don’t think I’ve ever met such a complex person in my life. “Uh, where can I put this?” Bree asked.  She gestured her head towards her occupied arms, which held a huge tank with a snake poking right out of the top. “You have a snake?” I cried.  I have always been horrified of snakes.  Goodness, if I didn’t know Bree was in such a bad place… I don’t think I could handle a snake.  “Oh, well – Um, you can put the little guy in the room you’ll sleep in.  Follow me.”  Tr