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A Princess Amongst Thieves Chapter 1A Princess Amongst Thieves
Chapter 1: Midnight Rescue
It was very dark thanks to the heavy rain; dark enough that one could barely see the light coming out from the buildings of the village. Besides the pounding of the rain, the village was completely quiet. Then a loud slam was heard from a local tavern where someone had been thrown out landing in the mud. From the open tavern doors stood a tall man with massive muscles with no hair on his head and covered with scars. Smoke oozed out from his mouth and he fumed in anger.
"If ya ever pull that stunt again in our town I'll kill ya boy!" he shouted before turning his back to the man covered in mud. The man sighed as he rose to his feet.
"Perfect. I had just had to piss him off" he grumbled but he smiled. From his long muddy sleeve he pulled out a small sac filled with gold coins, "At least I still got what I came for." Just before he had been thrown out of the tavern, the man had won a large pot at a game of cards. But when he tried to c
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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