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RunningShe just keeps running
Time flows by
and mock her
So she runs
and people leave
moods flit and fly
Anger and sorrow
love and happiness
She never looks
to the right or the left
She just keeps
If she pauses
comes crashing down
and she loses
And she cannot
allow that to be
So she keeps
The Palm ReaderA MAN WALKS INTO A TENT-LIKE ROOM FILLED WITH YOUR TYPICAL MYSTIC TRINKETS, AMULETS, CRYSTAL BALLS, ETC.
Fortune Teller: (offstage) Come in! Sit down.
Man: (takes a seat)
Fortune Teller: (walks onstage) Hello. Welcome. You are here to have your fortune read, I presume.
Fortune Teller: Well then, hold out your right hand with a toonie in it. These readings aren't for free you know.
Man: I understand. (holds out palm with toonie in it)
Fortune Teller: (takes the money) Thank you. (sits down and begins studying palm)
Man: (looks at fortune teller studying his palm)
Fortune Teller: (continues to study palm for a while) A-ha!
Man: What? What is it? What do you see?
Fortune Teller: (suddenly slaps the man and stands up) You just lost two dollars, sucker! (runs away laughing wickedly and comically)
Man: (just stands there dumbfounded for a moment)
Just One Last Shift~Just One Last Shift
Dimly lit by the fading glow of stars, a silhouette stood on the brink of a roughly-hewn cliff. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed as cat-like slits and his fists hung like limp, broken branches at his sides. If he had the strength he would have constricted them in agony, but his strength was waning, dripping away as small liquid crystals from his sharp green eyes.
The moon shone high in the charcoal-dusted sky, obliterating the dark like a beacon of light, a ray of hope to those it looked upon with smiling face.
His lip tightened in anger as he thought the same, hapless notion once more. If the moon could destroy that darkness with just a mere glance of its beams, why couldn't it be rid of his?
He shook with bitter cold and angst, unable to express the billions of raging emotions pent up inside him. He wanted to scream, to cry out and pierce the glowing sphere with a knife so sharp that it would never dare to return.
But even if he wasn't alone, such a feat would be