Fate

Slithering into my mind,
You come with your
Wretched hands,
Reeking of Ruptured desires
You push me,
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right
You take me twist me,
bend my will.
You’re Doom,
Destiny,
Chance,
Luck.
You’re everything and nothing
Reading these words,
Did I even write them? Did you?
Are you laughing while you read them?

Amy Crittenden is a full-time student at WVC with plans to transfer and major in creative writing. She is a practicing Pagan and lives in Cashmere with her elf-eared son, Tristen. She writes a lot about death and morbid stuff, but we like her anyway.