RaeClone

I stared at the mirror today trying to remind myself that I am a hyena. Misunderstood, but great. Hell - I’m lying to you. To the world. To myself. I’m not even a cicada - At least they have a voice to scream. & I wish I could scream. So loud the sound breaks eardrums. So loud that all the voices in my head shut up. - dearpoetry

I stared at the mirror today trying to remind myself that I am a hyena. Misunderstood, but great. Hell - I’m lying to you. To the world. To myself. I’m not even a cicada - At least they have a voice to scream. & I wish I could scream. So loud the sound breaks eardrums. So loud that all the voices in my head shut up. - dearpoetry

The slip of paper in his hand had a name on it just like every other slip of paper that made it into his hands. Of all of the names, none of them had any significance. Except this one. This one meant everything to him. Granted, he knew it would pop up at some point, but he didn’t think he’d be assigned to her. He thought maybe they would go easy on him, or her, when the time came. Turns out, it is easier for them to pick him for the job considering he is the closest person to her.    He knew he should have stopped working like this, especially when he started dating one of the richest daughters of a high class entrepreneur. But