Star-Signer

I am sorry for what I’ve done How though it’s not past nor present, It cannot be undone They plague your every thought And now here you are, overly distraught Your eyes, dull and tired Take account of everything transpired. And though you hate to hear me begin, I say, “I’m sorry I’m in your nightmares, again.” It starts out blank, like a canvas But soon it takes a turn, and things start To trash us. Short breaths pair up with quick deaths And it’s always you Always out of breath. With tears in your eyes, voice caught in a cry You watch me, again, die. You bolt up, cold sweat, eyes wet. The moon outside is your only witness, To the pain and sadness committed. But when you turn, I’m there, Caught in a pool of despair. I’m on the floor, covered in blood, whispering “Not yet, not yet.” And you call out, “Mom, the nightmares are back again.”

Light laughter flitted through the warm summer air, children frolicking about the park with invigorated joy. Small bodies flitted through the populated area, parents' warm eyes following their children's actions closely, making sure that they behave themselves while allowed to be out and about. The day dragged on slowly, the baby blue sky slowly shifting to that of dusk, the pinks and lavenders streaking across the sky like a painting. Silent bronze feet carried themselves across the grass as olive eyes crinkled with warmth, watching the children run about freely and exasperated parents doing their best to round up their kids with promises of ice cream and sweets. She stood by an unoccupied bench and closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet air deeply. The air seemed to visibly loosen her, her body relaxing and settling into a more comfortable stance. Exhaling softly, she opened her eyes again, carnelian lips settling into a neutral line. Thick brows pulled together as she scanned the

A small sigh leaves her lips as she glides through the door, said door sweeping shut behind her with a soft ‘click’. The apartment interior was dark, the only light source from the stars above that shined through the glass ceiling. It bathed the inside with a bluish glow, allowing her to navigate through the familiar terrain with ease. The hallway leading from the entrance was lined with various photos from years past, smiles greeting her olive eyes every time she stopped to study a picture. The smooth marble surface of the floor was cold against the warm soles of her feet as she continued to the main room of the penthouse, but it didn’t deter her in the slightest. The living room was bathed in the same blue glow from the dark heavens above, a faint white light illuminating the sides of the furniture facing the glass wall overlooking the city below. The living room was in pristine condition, everything clean and orderly. She turned her gaze to the left and examined the kitchen. Black

“Calla lilies were originally named after the Greek word for beautiful, “calla”. The mythology behind the flowers creation was that while the Greek Goddess Hera slept, her husband Zeus snuck in with his son Heracles, who was born from another woman, to drink her milk. Hera woke and pushed him away, and a few droplets flew across the sky to create the milky way. The ones that fell to the ground grew into beautiful lilies. The most common meaning for calla lilies is purity, holiness, and faithfulness. It was commonly depicted in images of the Virgin Mary. Calla lilies are also symbols for rebirth and resurrection. When gifting calla lilies to one, just remember the meaning behind them: Beauty is always wanted, but can come at a price.” ___________________________________________ The wind chimes sway in the breeze, carrying their tones throughout the greenhouse. The door was left wide open, allowing the cool, summer air into the humid area. The afternoon

to be given the ability to feel the sun on both sides is a miracle. very few are blessed with it. picture it - the blue sky stretched for miles around us, the clouds few and spare in between. the gentle breeze ruffled the white dress she wore and it danced around her figure. she was an angel in the flesh. her rich skin glowed and the smile on her stretched lips filled me with light. beautiful dark eyes were concealed by defenceless lids as she exposed her white teeth in a display of unbridled content. she has no idea how much i love her - how much i envy the rawness of her emotions. i simply smile gently to myself as i sit in her shadow, nearly shielding myself from the light she’s emitting. she’s too much to be contained, like a star gone supernova. i gaze at the never-ending vastness of poppies, the rippling marmalade sea seeming to never end for miles around us. I bring my gaze back to her, and i nearly am knocked breathless when i meet her eyes. they’re so full of pure

He listened quietly as he leaned on the moss-covered tree trunk that was exposed to the warm rays of light. The day was young, but already the air was thick with humidity. Exotic and colourful insects buzzed around, foreign to him as much as he was to them. This world was strange. The hidden inhabitants of the area hummed in collective harmony around him and the steady noise of trickling water from the nearby waterfall sounded in the distance, soothing his nerves. He was waiting for something. Anything. He clenched his eyes shut in frustration and fear. His hearts were beating in anxiety, and at this point, the waterfall was drowned out from his own blood pounding in his ears. It was too quiet, too peaceful. They were chasing him just moments ago when he ducked into the thicket in the denser part of the jungle. ‘They wouldn’t give up on me so easily…’ He panicked internally. ‘Something’s not right…’ He attempted to slow his rapid breathing and steadied his nerves. Resting his head on