Writings by Esther Stephanie

Kill her, kill her, kill her I hear the world command its battalion of warriors Strike her down Beat her, beat her, beat her I see it written in your eyes as you plot my demise You reach for the old kitchen knife Ready to pierce all hope of my reprise   Kill her, kill her, kill her I hear the universe scream as it marches mankind Steal her ground Take her, take her, take her I see it written in your gaze as your rages blaze You wrap your hands around my neck Squeezing tighter until breath is but a haze   I live Undead, lost searching for the fragments of my soul The elements left untouched  I am but a picture of your pleasure Torn, ripped and ruptured Never to be whole  

The crisp auburn autumn leaves fell, as the trees danced a passionate tango in the wind. Jacob waited on the old, engraved bench by the river. He watched the autumn leaves place themselves on the water, floating towards their last journey. He pondered upon what he would say when the moment came. ‘Should I ask her what’s going on? No, maybe I’ll just wait for her to tell me. If she wants to, she will.’ He thought to himself. What felt like hours went by; the leaves continued to fall, and his hope for Evelyn’s arrival started to dwindle, but nevertheless, he waited. He imagined the scene over and over of when she’ll walk up to him, with her wild auburn hair flowing, her hazel eyes with flecks of gold that he sinks into every time she’s around, and that same effortlessly old-fashioned suede jacket she would always wear. Finally, after the longest fifteen minutes of Jacob’s life, Evelyn walked up to the bench; their eyes locked onto each other.   Jacob had known Evelyn for years, and...