It’s said that two men cannot be together
That it’s a sin and backlash will be harsh
A warning and risk for those like me
Though I still try
Your body
Your personality
Your everything
A sin
A crime
An offense
A misdeed
You
I know you don’t want to be my sin
Your eyes latch onto girls
Not someone like me
Though I still try to get your attention
Their bodies
Their personalities
Their everything
A comfort
A solace ...

    Wind chimes seemed to sound faintly throughout the leaves, as though the long strands of willow were the source as they drifted. The gnarled roots of the old willow housed a resting spot, lined with soft mosses and flowers, fit supposedly for a king. Resting in this naturistic throne was not a king, but a god well known throughout the forests. For without this god, the many animals of the world would never have thrived in the way...

Puddles of gloom, their color turning crimson
A body of the past, the source of this change
Alleyway lights flickering as though they’re on their last breath
Shoes scuff the pavement, splashing fallen water
The dark leather dripping of the corpse’s remnants
A gloved finger flicks the blood off, a showing of disgust
This figure is joined by another, a curious duo

One stands, staring
The other, crouched, investigating
Both shadows of the night
Radios attached to their hips squawk...