Heracles lowered his sword into its belt. He marched onward, slaying any obstacles that hindered him. “I hate it when I forget to wipe off the blood from my sword,” proclaimed he. “It makes me look like a really bad guy; I’m a hero!” He strode off, lugging Cerberus, dog of Hades. “Bad dog!”
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
December 5th
I try to keep my eyes open
but the swelling is too much
to bare.
I try to hide the lacerations,
though they're apparent
on my skin.
My silk brown hair, now
singed and tattered.
My sinless beating heart-
stopped and shattered.
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