ironbutterflies

Screaming under water, SOS Can you hear me calling, SOS Did it to myself now I need your help Alone and overboard yelling SOS Screaming under water, SOS Can you hear me calling, SOS Did it to myself now I need your help Alone and overboard yelling SOS SOS (Overboard) by Joseph Her dreams were filled with the sense of being submerged in the iciest haunts of the sea. Limbs jerked, like being pulled under by the caresses of giggly ancient mermaids but were probably just tangled in her sheets and comforter. She tried to adjust her eyes to see through the murkiness, to find the spec of light that usually reached her by now in this part of sleep,

She was back to the beginning. Her heart had been cut still beating from her chest and laid on a gold platter before him -- a reaction so totally foreign to her -- and yet it still wasn't enough.  She had cried and bled until her body had felt drained, but in the end, it didn't change things.  The one person who had always been most precious to her, the one she had entrusted with the real her, didn't want her anymore. It was a lazy autumn day, the kind made for sweaters and bonfires.  Instead, she had walked out of her house with nothing more than a tank top, shorts, and sandals, still dressed for those warm su

The sun was setting on another fabulous summer day filled with waves as far as the eye could see.  A few stars twinkled in the sky as they put their boards into the back of Gerald's old box van to chill for the night.  Rhonda had suggested clubbing to finish things off, and with no objections, they were on their way to The Monastery. Arnold noticed that they were lacking one of their usual surfing cohorts.  He raised a questioning eyebrow at Eugene who merely shrugged, then said, "Sheena said she wasn't feeling like herself today." Arnold nodded dully and slouched into his seat.  Rhonda fiddled with the radio dial until she found her favori