iamzack

Four She likes to watch the stars Watch as they change and shift throughout the nights She has always thought (quietly to herself) That they look like a volley of flaming arrows Piercing through the sky. She feels the stiffness of the small burns on her forearm, Four for each of the fires she failed to destroy. three she lays down her bow and stretches aching fingers and she feels the sting of tiny cuts from the few times sharp fletching dug into her hand but there are only three three small red lines running across her index finger three for each one she left alive. Two She reaches around and slides the quiver from her

Nostalgia creeps up. Knocking softly on the door, It hears no answer, But enters my domain. Uninvited It settles itself comfortably, it has been here before. Happiness sees the open door and joins With pain at its heels. They all converse for a while, Enjoying each others company. Happiness has to leave though, He has somewhere to be And can't be delayed. I'm left with Pain and Nostalgia. They face each other grudgingly, Happiness is what kept them together. Now that they are alone They have room for Hate. Who joins making a group of three once again. They converse maliciously, with stinging words dripping with malice.