hair tossled across the face the look of slumber,
for which brings warmth to heart
skin the color of caramel, smooth as silk
eyes of depth holding true love and compassion;
cheeks round that hold to the youth still possesd
lips ripe like fresh strawberries,
holding a voice so transfixing it can move you beyond means
a chin that is kissed each nite before slumber is saught,
down to the regal neck that gives presence for a head that is always held high

The butterflies going through her stomach as she entered the dark room that had served as her Drama Literature class. There was a foreboding bright white light to which her weak legs carried her. The ‘click-clack’ of her heeled footsteps that carried her in front of her instructors for the past six weeks. Standing there Emily left leaving no traces of her personality. Mrs. Malaprop entered to take her place.

Black Hole

Its so black, no light
Comes in, so dark
Emotionless nothing in sight
Everything beautiful has died
All that is left is the hole
The one that was put there
All beauty was ripped from within
Left was the darkness
That now posses the soul that is no longer there
Light has been taken no longer seen here
In manner of minute
It was stolen and can never
Ever be returned
This is the life of a black hole…