DustBunnyMaiden

Look upon it, the condemned figure That the Warlord, even in pride, dares not disfigure. Power, pride, and the elegance of the swan… Oh!  Anger in the audience!  The audacity!  Did it just yawn? But look not upon it, arms cast wide Wings pinned down, limbs further tied And not with sadness, remorse, or pity It dies not for myself, or for thee. Even in defeat, it sneers, for it defies All those who wished it plucked from the skies For it is now, in their scared eyes reflected That- to it, all authority and power defected. “Swine,” it croons, none dare speak “Do you dare applaud, or are you too meek? You, why hold yo

She got out of the car. I wanted to be surprised. I wasn’t. She had been so many times already. Here instead of my mother in her panda car instead of mom’s blue one. I knew her by name now. #410173. It was on her shiny name tag that looked sort of like a yellow heart. She had a friend with her, but as usual he didn’t come out and stayed in the car. I think he’s worried he'd scare me, and that’s why she always comes. She walked up to me, that same face on. She always looked sad and mad, like the other kids do when they were sent to time-out. She didn’t like doing this, I think. I didn’t really like s