The Awakening
The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
The Flame Danced. Moving seductively as it twisted around my finger. Twirled up my arm. Lit up my torso.
“Someday I will be strong enough to lift, not one, but both of us.” -Taylor Swift
-Written by Jae Lei Nyght ©2012JaeLeiNyght
They pulled up to the house a quarter after one. The police lights flashed: first red, then blue, across the all white house. It was the perfect place for a young child to grow up in. Only he wouldn’t be . . . . . . because he was missing.
Always? Always. “I will love you always.”