eyes meet, hearts speak.
hands touch, feet dance.
lips pressed, mouths open.
arms intertwine, tongues collide.
passion flares, bodies warm.
love burns, endless happiness.
years pass, days gone.
thoughts linger, feelings falter.
words fail, minds forget.
tears flow, hearts broken.— jla
the color of your eyes
brighten up my world
the sound of your voice
is the perfect noise i’ve ever heard
the smile that can disarm
has certainly got me charmed
like an arrow shot through my chest
you left me here as good as dead
that attitude of yours
i know i couldn’t stand
has got me thinking lately
and now i understand
the effect you have on me is here to stay
without you i can’t go on another day
you’re the one who makes me whole
so please be the hand that saves this soul— 0408, jla
Part One: Exit Wounds
Now
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of blood dripping from my left arm. I must stay calm. Breathe. No! I must run. They are after me. They are going to find me. They are going to kill me. I must not look back. Run. Without shoes, my feet are hurting. Run. Through the thick forest at night. I can’t see. It’s too dark. But I must run. For my life.
4 Days Earlier
Long weekends are the best weekends ever. For hardworking people like my friends and I, we decided to take a long-needed and well-deserved break. Maia and Hana were in charge of the location. Leni and I were in charge of the transportation. A week before our vacation, Maia and Hana were googling for resorts outside the metro. In one of the searches, the name La Paz Resort stood out. It was somewhere in Central Visayas, which was one of the places that we have never been to, and the prices of the rooms were reasonable. The amenities were also beautiful, and the view of the ocean from the rooms were amazing, from what we saw on La Paz Resorts website. So that’s where we decided to unwind.
#3: Diary of a Pale Girl Who is Partial to Black Shirts
March 6, 2012
Panic. A sensation of fear. You begin to be agitated. You can’t think. All reason is gone.
The smoke is starting to get thick. She can’t breathe anymore. Her mind is in shambles. She is on the corridor of the hotel walking towards the fire exit. She is confused, crying. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed in front of her and flames started to creep in the floor that she was on. She’s trapped. The only way remaining is to go back. To her room she ran as the fire started to engulf everything on the corridor. She locked the door. She’s all alone, and with the knowledge that she’s about to die, she just decided to lay on the bed. As she lay, she thought of her life, and what brought her here to this place. The good and bad times during her 25 years of existence.
