Expectations anchor me;
Disappointments drag my soul
Through the eviscerating routine.
Life stands upon my neck
Twirling a lasso,
biding its time,
Like a sadistic, fanged hunter!
And I know this:
It’s only going to get worse
Before it gets better.
Perfect rosebud lips and black irises almost made him forget himself.
Snapping back to reality, he replied, “Nowhere else. There’s just one.”
Polished fingertips grazed his arm. “And it’s mine?”
“My limited edition Star Wars lightsaber? Sure, take my kidney too.”
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“Out to pasture,” he spat out grumpily.
“But, dad, where exactly?” asked Sam, his voice shaking.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s gone for good.”
A mournful, lonesome howl rose from the darkness behind them.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” shivered the boy.