My Cardboard Balcony

Eh. Same as last week's introspection, but with seeing an old friend and reading Shakespeare's Richard III thrown into the mix. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

I Tried by Belinda Roddie I tried to write stuff before it got late at night; all I got's haiku.

I Have A Problem by Belinda Roddie Fuck! Why do I want to buy a morningstar now?

The Dagger by Belinda Roddie The dagger had been used for a good eleven years, but it had seen the days of war and peace, rusted from all the blood and now seemingly sheathed in fading gray for the rest of eternity. And yet, she held the relic in her battered hands and remembered the life it had been wet with - the loved one it had slain. The commands of her army were silent, but her heart still followed the rhythm of battle drums, and while she tried desp'rately to take part in diplomacy, sounds of vengeance thrummed in every fiber of her being. Still, the dagger would not be used 'gainst its will.