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Love Is Thicker Than BloodAs a child, I was taught
That family always came first
So tell me, why is it
They give me the worst?
Whenever I need support
Whenever I need to cry
They are never any help
I don't know why I try
Then, I turn to my friends
And they are there for me
They do their best to help
That, I can plainly see
They're not always sure what to say
Or if they should talk at all
But that's okay; I understand
They still help me stand tall
Many times, they've saved my life
I wanted to give up
My friends stood by me
And said, "No, sweetie. You stand up!"
We share no biological relation
No DNA or blood
They taught me it doesn't matter
Their love comes in a flood
I don't hate my family
No, not at all
But they do not come first
Not after all the times they've made me fall
My friends are at the top of my list
They will stay ahead
Because they are the ones who ensure
Every night, I'm safe in bed
Chapter 1: Last-Minute Anxiety
Kadysha slowly undid her star odangos and pulled her pigtail holders off. Her pitch-black hair fell down, gently sweeping her backside as it did so. Next to go was her dark red lipstick, removed with a wet cloth. She then removed her clothes and replaced them with pajamas consisting of a blue top and black, fluffy pants adorned with colorful stars. Kadysha took one last look at herself, gazing at her mirror reflection with her cherry blossom pink eyes. They told all. She was scared, she was anxious, but most of all, she was heartbroken.
"Kaydee, are you okay in there, sweetie?"
The voice belonged to her boyfriend, Jacey, who had allowed Kadysha to stay for the night so they could leave together tomorrow. She was going to Alfea and he was going to Red Fountain.
"Kaydee," Jacey called, knocking on the door. "Sweetie, I know you're upset, but please come out."
Kadysha wasn't ignoring him. She didn't hear him. She was so wrapped up in her mind, her thoughts. She kept thinking back to the c
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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