I was hit today. I still hear the sound of my bones as they snapped sharply with a crack as my tendons tore down into pieces.

My mind was screaming in pain but my lips refused to move.

I heard the gasps and thundering footsteps of the onlookers as they gathered around me. It was like a thousand drums echoed in my ears.  I struggled to look for a familiar face to save me. Or at least end the pain.

But I failed.

My surrounding grew darker as my sight started to fade away. And no one dared to help me. No one even cared. I looked up the sky and took a last glimpse of its beauty. I knew in that very moment I was going to die. I felt the last flicker of life left my body.

I felt cold. I felt helpless. I felt lonely. But it didn’t matter. I was lonely in those damp streets my whole life where luxury was but a distant dream. It didn’t matter. After all I’m just a cat, ready to meet my maker.

Powerful..
It reads my mind
It knows my anger and pain

Mischievous..
It is but an eye
Looking back at me

Mockery..
I see my bare hands
Pointing back at me

Haunting..
It is knowing
It knows my darkest secret

Evil..
It finds my flaws
It tells me my weakness

Deceitful..
It tells lies
It is but my opposite

Dark..
Soundless laughter
Silent cries

Mirror..
The whitest lie
Of the darkest trick

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?

Skin so delicate and fair
Blue eyes and long black hair
A good king, a good daughter
A wicked stepmother

One day full of gloom and dread
When The Wicked heard it said
"The Daughter is the fairest,
O' dear! You are second best!"

The Wicked was wild with jelousy
And begun plotting conspiracy
Getting rid of the fair lady
Was the wicked plan of the day

The Wicked called on her servant
The name was **** Cindy
Bribed her with riches women want
Promised her a gift of beauty

So **** Cindy and The Daughter
Went into the depth of the forest
**** Cindy has led the pretty girl
She surely must put her to death!

Our **** Cindy however
Found the girl a thing of beauty
**** Cindy's courage betrayed her
Excused herself and ran away

The pretty daughter was left alone
Terribly scared but still alive
Tears fell as she thought of home
Doubtful if she will ever survive

**** Cindy returned to the castle
Showing a heart of a roe deer
And served as a loyal vassal
To The Ever Wicked stepmother

So **** Cindy got rewarded
With unimaginable riches
Lasting beauty she was awarded
At last she got her wishes

At night our **** Cindy
Her riches, all she gathered
And then she vanished swiftly
Away from The Ever Wicked

Meanwhile the pretty daughter
Found a place to stay
That house was full of laughter
And the rest was history

Highly pleased now The Wicked
Turned again to the mirror
But her hopes became unsettled
After the unpleasant cheer

She must die! She must die!
Went The Wicked's awful cry
She became an old peasant
Killed the girl with a poison

And so the pretty daughter
Laid in the forest for days
The cute house lost its laughter
The Wicked went on her ways

The sad news reached the town
And to our **** Cindy
So she wore her sexiest gown
And started on her journey

Into the forest she went
Looking for that pretty girl
Her heart skipped and bent
Feeling that awesome thrill

**** Cindy found The Daughter
Lying on a wooden bed
"Thy beauty is oh, so rare!"
Was the thought inside her head

She could not help but wet her lips
Staring at the sleeping lady
She felt a tingle below her hips
And sensation inside her belly

They said no man can wake the girl
And maybe no man really can?
So **** Cindy kissed The Daughter
And so her passion has began

The kiss was oddly very awesome
And it stirred the sleeping girl
It brought a funny slurpy sound
Waking up The Royal Daughter

"Oh God! Oh my! Oh my!
Oh my beautiful princess!
Take my hand, come with me
Away from this very place!"

So **** Cindy and The Daughter
They ran away together
Across the land of nowhere
Where they lived happily ever after

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?
"Snow and Cindy are the fairest
O' dear! Now you're the third best!"

~THE END~

And I raised my hands up high
and pleaded to the northern star
to guide the rain and let it fall unto me

But the northern star seemed so
cold and white, congealed and hopeless
unable to share its incandescence

So I called on to the forests and
cried to the wolves to tear down my very
essence and put an end to my existence

But the souls of the  forests became deaf and
dreary, unable to obstruct the great
season of the celebrated hibernation

So I came to you and begged to bring out
your heat and offer me completeness so
I can flow and be whole again

And like  bleak winds, cold and cutting
you looked pass through me leaving my skin
eerie chills of desertion and resentment

Tears became strips of sleets
unable to pour like a stream on a long
winter flowing only after a heavy rainfall

You came to me a morning star
You offered me infinity
I, bedazzled,
took your hand
We revolved around the sun
You ushered me to
an endless sea of possibilities
That was how you called it
That was how you used to tell me

You held me,
playing careful defense
A paladin
A sparrow to her nest
I, affected with great wonder
Mindlessly bathed the silken water
Drowned myself in the soft
bubbles of the crashing waves
Not bedeviled by troubles
nor disturbance, nor distress

You walked ahead of me
As if protecting me
from the swelling crests
or from the cold, or
from the salt that filled my chest
I, spellbind
influenced by your charms
and your incantations
Moved rakishly along
your convivial course

Unto your heavens
Unto your hell
Into your fire
Into your soul
that was what you said
That was how you used to tell me
I believed
I accepted in veracity

And I watched, a sentinel
As you moved in rhythmic steps
and playful gestures
Until I was confounded by
your intricate motion
I, caught in a whirling sensation
Imperiled by a tendency to fall
Was carried into your
nauseous complexity
I, paralyzed by my perplexity

You venerated me, you said
Or that was how you used to tell me
Yet, I was disconnected and
I, an amazed audience,
stood enthralled
Or was I merely standing in stunned silence?
Stupefied
Yet disconnected?

The smell of coffee
The laughter of the early shoppers
Classic love songs
An open window
Sunrise

The sound of the birds
mingles perfectly with the rough
sound of the motorcycles and the waves

The morning sky
The excited tapping of flip flops
The local paper boy
A crumpled bed
Fresh bread

"Hey Marianna! Come down and
have some coffee! I got a new
story!" There goes my neighbor Old Jorge

Messy morning hair
The noise of the wooden stairs
Wrinkled night shirt
Sunny side up
Wild Rice

Listening to old Jorge's classic
story for the 67th times while
breathing in the morning sea breeze

The yellow butterfly
The ringing of the church bell
A smiling passerby
An old bicycle
A kiss

"Morning Marianna!"
There goes Karla in her denim shorts
and long legs and sweet smile and pretty nails

The playing kids
The old lady with a sprinkler
The swaying green leaves
Lazy golden retriever
Pretty girls

Ah! If I could grab the
whole world in the palm of
my hands and keep it in my pocket..

I was making love to the girl in a purple tee
She was wicked and naked on top of me
She was ******* like an equestrian
On top of a **** lesbian
As I opened my eyes an empty sheet was all that I see