GamerGirlIzzy

She learned to play her piano When she was just but three - Her songs were light, inspiring, And always full of glee. She lost a key when she was six, Another’s she ‘came 8, But never played them, anyway: They were a kind of weight. So she thought not upon them, And instead, she let them go. No need to have them take up space For songs she didn’t know. Her songs became more beautiful, As she did, at fifteen, But there came errors: body changed, Mind same - she, caught between. The boyfriend she picked was her first; To him, she was his four. And when he left, she was bereft - 3 more keys met the floor. The songs she pla

You want to know about me? Your loss. I was born on a decaying planet. My father was a seaman, whose existence meant nothing to everyone. My mother was homeless filth, and I was the gift bag at the end of her backstreet rape. I should warn you, that’s as glamorous as my story gets. As a newborn, I had two options: military training at Station V-12, or to hang in the window of the local butcher’s. Don’t look so shocked. On my home planet, human was the only meat left on the menu. My people had long since chewed through all the sewer rats. V-12 was a legal crime. If an eight-year old didn’t have a gun in his hands, t

She learned to play her piano When she was just but three - Her songs were light, inspiring, And always full of glee. She lost a key when she was six, Another’s she ‘came 8, But never played them, anyway: They were a kind of weight. So she thought not upon them, And instead, she let them go. No need to have them take up space For songs she didn’t know. Her songs became more beautiful, As she did, at fifteen, But there came errors: body changed, Mind same - she, caught between. The boyfriend she picked was her first; To him, she was his four. And when he left, she was bereft - 3 more keys met the floor. The songs she pla

The screen door slammed closed behind me, rattling the entire kitchen. My mother hollered something at me as I walked off into the woods. I didn't respond, I was tired of reporting to her before I made any decision. I threw my bag over my shoulder, confidence shining like the midday sun. This was going to be exactly like a crime drama, I could feel it in my bones. I was next to obsessed with all things mystery, and I planned on being a chief detective one day. I borrowed book after book from the public library. I wanted to be the next girl crime solver extraordinaire. Like the Nancy Drew books from when I was in elementary school. Books abo