This poem is about cutting.

She unleashed her anger on you.

Got a new chapter written. This is going to be one long story with lots of twists and turns.

Chapter Four: A friend in Need.

However, Obama, and his wife, Michelle Obama, not in the White House, when the shooting occurred.

Shit.

A group of men have broken away from their lives and wives to camp out in the wilderness. Their deep indulgence in the seclusion of nature distracts them from the murder mysteries before them. Who will survive the slaughtering?

Love should not be attacked.

A dark London night in 1640, a young escort is confronted by a customer who isn’t quite human, and it’s not her flesh he’s after; it’s her blood.

I like to laugh, but sometimes things need to be brought down a few notches and looked at from a serious point of view. This is one of those times.

A random scene, without a beginning…Or an end.