Goddess-of-revenge

"I'll be down in a minute!" As he put another penny in his piggy bank, George smiled to himself. Another penny! It may not be much, but he had to rake a lot of leaves to get it. He has been saving all his life, just waiting for the day that he can go to college to be a doctor like his dad. Even three years into the Great Depression, his dad still made money, running a small clinic out of the first floor of their house.  George knew he was one of the lucky kids.  His shoes didn't have holes in them, his clothes weren't tattered, he even had lunch money.  However, some of his friends didn't even have shoes.  Most wore rags stitched together or

Mirror, Mirror, On the wall, Tell me, Tell me, Where do I fall, I am not skinny, I am not smart, I can't sing, Or create art, I'll never be pretty, Or funny and fun, I am far from flirty, What can be done, My body is ugly, And so is my soul, Tell me, Tell me, What is my role? Mirror, Mirror, Show me my fate, Tell me, Tell me, How do I escape? Is it inside my wrists, Where the key does lie, Should I cut them open, And let myself die, Is my salvation in a bottle, With small, round, white pills, Let them wash down my throat, And watch as it kills, Where is the answer, Where is my goal, Tell me, Tell me, What is my

“Bed time” (yeah right) As soon as we enter the bedroom I take my shirt and shoes off and climb into bed. She just stands there mouth ajar. “What?” I say trying to ignore her “Oh nothing, I just didn’t see them before.” “What?” “Your muscles are toned and… big.” “You didn’t see them when we where swimming?” “No.” Another awkward silence “Amy, why do you like me?” I said as she was getting dressed (my head was turned the other way) “Well your kind, you have more common sense than anyone I know and…. Well I…feel that live woul