I love you and i'm sorry i'm always an anxious mess
I know i'm kind of your rock so it must be tough to see me like this and i know you'll be mad at me for saying that
because i told you once that you're only human and you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders but
I want you to know that i'm carrying your world on my shoulders
so I can make sure its perfect and happy for you
so you no longer have to worry about your disgusting step dad
or your not there father
because you don't deserve these things
and it's the only way I know how to make you happy
because being only human is stressful
I only have a limited amount of years to make sure there's as little bad in your life as humanly possible
and I've decided to take that on and since this is the last thing i'm saying to you i'd like to think that even though it might be selfish
that I made your world a little better and even if this is the last thing ill say to you
I want you to know a little piece of your world will be with me always because 5 years of getting to someones heart is hard to forget
and I swear that every time I meet someone new i'll look for a little bit of you in them subconsciously
and my mother will seem more evil since you're not there to talk her down to me
and my life will continue but almost as if someone made the sky dimmer
and lizards will make me sad
without you i'll never watch a 3 hour movie again without crying no matter what it is
i'm sorry for all the sad stuff but I need you to know because it's better to get it out than to leave you wondering
‘what does he think of me?’
because it could never be anything bad and this is the last time that i'm talking to you but maybe you could think back on my advice through our time together and try to get yourself through things
i'm sorry for anything stupid I've ever said or done and
I love you more than you could even imagine

With eyes that glistened like ocean itself
You were beauty inside and out
You had a strong heart,
And a stronger backbone.

Your love was like no other,
That much, I know is true
And I hope that where ever you are, you're happy

And one day I'll join you
Is heaven what they say it's like?
Surely, a soul as perfect as your is there

My family will grieve, for me,  like we are for you
And I'll be with you and smile down to Earth
Knowing that being with you makes it all worth it

And once I'm there, you can tell me stories
About when you were a little girl in England
But until then, our parting words will be the same as always:
*“I love you”

To whoever finds this letter,

Hollow bodies
Corpses filled with emptiness
Staring straight ahead, unblinking
Tattered clothes with bloodstains and other such pieces of... well, let's just call it Lunch... on them.
Unable to function beyond simple tasks such as:
Walking; Eating

This describes my family.
How on earth I am able to write this is beyond me!
I found this typewriter on a trip home from scavenging for any humans, (dead or alive), and, immediately excited for the memories it brought back, I picked it up, carried it home, set it down, and some part of my mind just.. clicked.
It felt right to place my bluish-green, rotting hands upon the smooth brass of the keys,
And what came next was a miracle.
Since I am unable to speak or learn any new information,
I have to type, and remember how it felt to live...
To assess, to process the things that I saw.

I had no clue that my death was so imminent!
I was asleep one night, curled up next to my older sister in our makeshift bunker, dreaming hopefully about salvation, when my jugular was ripped out of my neck.
It was so sudden that I barely felt it, and saw my (once love-filled, now cannibalistic) neighbor chewing away at the newly acquired piece of food.
Next thing I knew, I had this undying (literally) desire for human flesh.
Don't ask me why... I get sensitive about these things.

Annndd.. shortly after, I couldn't resist the urge to do the once thought of as disgusting deed of eating people... to the rest of my family.
Tragic, really.. If only I felt some remorse about it... but I can't feel at all!
Ha-Ha!
Apparently my sense of humor is still intact.
I don't know what makes me so different than the others!
I wish things were normal again though, I miss the warmth of the summer sun on my skin, the crisp, cold mountain air, the birds singing their sweet songs of communication in the golden brown Acacia trees where I used to live, and the welcome sound of roosters crowing at dawn.

But you know what they say, "when in Rome..."
So I settle for waking up to the sound of crunching bones and cartilage as my family dines on their catch (which I can't help but indulge myself in also).
Dear friend, if I happen to eat various parts of your body, do forgive me...
It's only my nature!

Sincerely,
              Edmund Reirston (formerly known as a living, breathing human being)

Thumping of the heart,
Echoes in her mind
With each little step,
Reaches she; The destination.
The destination of her gullible mind.
Eyes blurred with tears,
Happy tears,tears of freedom.
Retrospection seeks her mind; sad days were gone. 
No longer are they a part of her soul,
She looks at those scars,of pain and violence. 
Which marks her pale body.
'This is the end' , her psyche tells her. 
End of her forbearance. 
She'll fight,for the sake of dignity.  
For respect,for pride.
The phoenix in her soars high,proud and unafraid. 
A new birth, a new identity. 
She'll fight,for a change.

Her life is written all over her,
vivid trials & tribulations
inked out in vibrant colors,
pictures of lost faith
& endless hope
fill her up.

The stars on her chest
reek of her beauty,
I smell her clover,
get lost on her
stamped-thighs.
The dream catcher
above her love nest
catches all of mine.

She is unbridaled
grace & kindness,
her nakedness
is absolutely divine,
every single piece,
every little part,
every square inch
melts my heart.

Stars open between
the trees in which
I’m hiding,
the river catching
their light,

ghostly reflections
of the men
I have known
wink at me from
their watery depths

I play a game,
imagining a
narrow boat
that a family
inhabit,

a small child
running its length,
folding their bed
into kitchen
space

inside, I am
panicked,
knowing that I
cannot swim and
that the forest
is closing
in