Savannah-ism

Let me sleep upon dark hands of nighttime, dreaming. Visions of gentle friends softly, softly breathing. Have me lie unknowing with all my enemies. For now my eyes shall see as true forgiveness sees. I wish for love as I have never wished before. To fill all dreamers' dreams of this great thought and more. Just maybe then someone will wish the same for me. But real success will come with love from enemies. So leave me deep in sleep all pain and fear erased. For that is where I smile with all my faceless face.

She gripped the edge of the table harder as the dirty needle dug into her ankle. Her knuckles were white as bleached bone. Laying on the grimy tabletop, her bare ankle clutched in a meaty hand, she tried to squirm as little as possible. It was hard to believe that someone so burly could tattoo something so delicate as what she'd paid to have done. Powerful, she reminded herself, not just delicate but powerful as well. The street's Tattoo artist, who went by the name of Abbot, jabbed the dulled tip of the needle into the side of her ankle once more, completing an arch in the intricate design. The tool felt as if he had stuck it deep into her b

White sky. Such a bleak looking sky. Absolutely no color whatsoever. It rains but there are no clouds. The breath of air is cold but there is no wind to brush up against the trees. No hint of blue or a single patch of color to break up the unending white. No birds or bugs or planes fly the skies. There is light but there is no sun, no source, from which it comes. The quiet is deafening. No sound from the rain. No chirping birds. No whistling wind. No creaking trees. Just silence. Black, leafless, and lifeless branches reach up into the empty quiet whiteness of dawn.            A pair of coal black eyes take in the surrounding area and its