I want to fly away from you

From this thing you make me become

All twisted and gnarled and warped

I can’t remember myself when I’m with you

I want to be grounded in me

To sink into my flesh

My bones

To make a home amid the beat of my heart

I want to know what Novelty feels like

To step away from those dark paths in my brain

Weathered from the pacing back and forth

To emerge into untried territory

Can’t I be free

Free from this farce of maybe loving you

A push and a lot of pull

To get you to look my way

Let me go

Let me let myself go

Please

     You've heard the stats a women makes 79 cents to a man dollar. Infuriating right? Well if you think that's bad, imagine being labeled as a man for all of recorded history! I mean really! I have boobs for my mortal enemy who is a man's sake! I'm Live by the way and it's pronounced Liv-ee. Stupid I know, but my parents had this "brilliant" idea that my name should be evil spelled backward 'cause they were bandwagoning on that trend of Nevaeh which is heaven spelled backward. Oh what? You thought my name was Lucifer? Well that's my last name you see, I'm Live Antichrist Lucifer. It just rolls off the tongue.

    I'm sure you've either read the Bible or heard some megachurch pastor misquote it so you probably know the gist of the story of Adam and Eve. That's where it all started you see. When the Holy Spirit was doing it thang and inspiring mortals to write that big old book that's kind of God's diary, it decided to pull a little practical joke. Little did the HS know that it would catch on, it also decided to use my last name to make me sound more masculine like how J.K. Rowling used her initials to fool her audience she was male. I mean you had us all completely fooled Joanne! I honesty thought her first name was Jack for the longest time.... oh sorry I go off on tangents sometimes and than send plagues to rain down on the citizens of earth to lighten the mood. Anyways, that's how I was immortalized as being part of the male persuasion. 

      I'm do find solace however, in the fact that I'm not the only woman to be written down as a man. My good buddy the archangel Micheala is not a man but a boss ass bitch who slays! We sometimes get into little tiffs as any good friends do and to calm her down I let her "vanquish" me. It's kind of a win-win, I get to work on my acting skills and she gets to report back to the big boss that's she's actually going something. You know it's doing generous things like that which make me wonder why I ever got the rap for being the most evil being there is. Like if you know how I feel why would you say that? Like you put me in such a uncomfortable situation... yeah I'm a Kim K fan, also a meme fan, but so what! Can't the "most evil being" quote a ridiculously spoiled human? 

      The bottom line is, stop assuming! It's freakin' 2017! I don't know what the year has to do with anything but the humans do like to say that to prove a point. Also yes, I don't cuss, it's rude and vulgar and I am above that. Unless someone cuts me off on the highway. Than its all bets off buddy, and let's just say I was the one to invent road rage. Sorry, sorry, I got off track again. To finish up though, next time you read the worlds most purchased book, remember that they all got it wrong. I AM A WOMAN! Hear me roar!

The softest whisper of a petal

The silky smell of heavenly dew

A secret of time and space 

Hidden behind a great barren wall

A slight slice of something more

That cuts through the monotonous bore. 

Shall I compare thee to Disney Princess? 

Your every wish is my command;

You're fiery red, a siren, a innocent temptress,

Loving the water as well as the land.

You're smart and brave, always stuck in a book,

Yet you captured my heart and tamed a beast,

As you were somehow able to see past my looks

While we danced under the fading stars as the sun rose in the east.

A fighter, a warrior with a will of steel, 

You're my comrade in the face of an invading army

With enough power and might to make an emperor kneel

That I have your love makes me more than just a tad smarmy. 

Since you're my princess, I hope I'm fit to be your knight

I can't let it go, but someday you'll be walking toward me in white. 

Prologue 

   There is nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know you exist. Well, that's not entirely true. There's nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know who you are and that your best friend is dating. Welcome to the life of a high school girl, or as I like to call it, hell.

   See I'm a bundle of hormones and anxiety all rolled into one, tied by the knot called puberty. It is a strange affliction that plagues every member of the human race aged 11 to 23 with some poor souls in which it hits earlier or stays longer. Side affects of this plague include but are not limited to acne, random growth spurts, hair growing in unmentioned places, extreme mood swings, and the fatal, horrible attraction to the opposite sex (or the same sex, hey it's 2017). Right now I'm affected by all the previously mentioned banes of my existence. I ranked about a zero on the one to ten popularity ranking that determined everyone's place in the high school hierarchy. 

   While ranking a big fat zero might seem like a death sentence for any member of the sect that society called teenagers, I really didn't mind. Honestly. This was mainly because of Nan. Nanette Williams is eveything that I am not, slim and petite with a gorgeous heart shaped face, framed by waist length chestnut hair. On the popularity scale, she was a solid 15. It might seem strange, our friendship I mean, she was the most popular girl in school and I well, wasn't. However this was a case of a preschool friendship that somehow managed to survive the storms of grade school, the trials of middle school, and now was weathering the waters of high school. The only strain on our relationship was known only to me. Mark Danvers, quarterback, future valedictorian, and current heartthrob. I, along with the majority of the female student body, and a few of the males, was desperately in love. 

   That's where I am now, my sorry existence split between being loyal to the one friend that had stood by my side for years, and pining after her boyfriend. In summary I am a terrible human being who is probably going to get run over by a truck and than reincarnated into a fly in my next life because karma. So now that you know the backstory I'll spill the tea and dish out the current ways I'm making a fool of myself, while you can enjoy all the second hand embarrassment from my exploits from the comfort of your own couch. Catch you on the flip side! 

     I don't know what happened. One moment I was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper and than the next there was screaming. I will never forget it. The sound went on and on as more people joined in like it was some kind of hellish choir. The next most noticeable sound was that of gunshots. 

     I can't even explain what I was thinking when I ran to my room and grabbed my own gun. I have lived alone since my father died and as I huddled in the back corner behind my bed, desperately clinging to the gun, I prayed. For the first time in years did I have the fear to look to heaven for answers. 

     I don't know how much time passed as I hid. Eventually all the sounds stopped and the world seemed to standstill. That was when I crept from my hiding spot and quietly turned on the news. 

     I was confused. I was horrified. I was scared. I watched with growing horror and fear and a little exasperation as the anchorwoman monotonly reported that the dead were rising from their graves. The next few minutes were filled with videos and snapshots that people had sent in, some being taken moments before the photographer's own demise. 

     Starting to go numb I turned the tv off and sat in silence and darkness. Only when I could summon enough courage could I crawl to my window and pull back the curtains use enough to see the hell that lay before my house.  For as long as I live, however long that may be at this point, I will never forget what I saw. Bodies or pieces of them rather, strewn thought my yard and street, blood covered eveything, and above all, not a living soul was in sight. Neither was the undead which gave me a little hope at the prospect of my own fate, but my neighborhood which had at one point been a kaleidoscope of activity, was now a boody ghost town. 

     It has been several hours since I learned of the world's fate. The lights stopped working 2 hours ago and all power went off shortly after. I stockpiled my food and hope that it will get me through the next two weeks. Maybe in a couple days I will see if I can go outside and get some gas for my truck. After that who knows. 

     - Murphy