Guilty

by **Juliana** on Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:21 am

That means I am evil too
And I'll gladly take the blame
-From "Servant of Evil"
(as sung by Winnie)

"What happened here?" he gasped.

I forced myself to look into his face as he scanned the room, knowing that he could read part of the answer from how things still stood. This was insane--he had more right to know than any of us did, and yet he couldn't be told. Mustn't know. We were sworn to keep it secret even from him.

He had sworn us to it himself.

With a shudder, his astonished eyes met mine. "It looks like..."

I nodded. "That..." My voice broke, and I had to compose myself before I could go on. Swallowed. Tried again. "That happened."

Horror flared in his face. "Who...?"

I couldn't lie to him, but neither would I tell him his part in the truth. There was someone else guilty of the crime evidenced here, and I could not tell him what he had done. I had promised.

Shamefully, I bowed my head. "Me."

by **Juliana** on Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:45 am

Their eyes met, the innocent and the guilty, identical horror written on their faces. A brother, repulsed by what he had come across; a sister, no less devastated by what she had done. Pain shaped volumes of them both.

Then the brother turned and walked out without another word, leaving his guilty, broken sister to her fate.

by **Juliana** on Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:07 am

Empty silence fills her ears
Blood is mixing with her tears

She lies stretched across the way
A young life could be lost today
Life in death and death in life
Yet she's not fallen to the night

Empty silence fills her ears
Blood is mixing with her tears

(It's not done. I just have an aunt to go say hi to.)

by **Juliana** on Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:58 am

Broken hands lifted high
Such a strange sacrifice
Broken wings drooping down
Innocence muddied now
If I live, if I die
No one cares. Why?

Broken heart, broken life
Ruined in all the fighting
Those I love were once mine
So many gone. Why?

Bleeding freely on the pavement
Fighting just to breathe once more
Faces dancing in my mind's eye
This is who I'm dying for.

by **Juliana** on Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:24 am

I promise you that I will live.
There is so much that I can give.

Which death, you ask, would I prefer?
To die for you or die for her?
The answer already is here:
It's not you I'll die for, my dear.

But I promise that I will live.
There is so much that I can give.

I'd rather die than see you dead,
But it's her life at stake instead.
This time, I cannot die for you:
Only the living can spread truth.

So I promise that I will live.
There is so much that I can give.

There's one you hate protecting me,
And one you love who's come to be
One worth living or dying for--
And I know which rewards them more.

So I promise that I will live.
There is so much that I can give.

by **Juliana** on Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:25 pm

Sweet young lover stained by death
Curse me with your final breath
I don't care, my heart is true
Aching, but still warm for you

Like a needle in my breast
Still I wish you all the best
Warm and sweet and strong and true
I'll be all these things for you

As you've always been for me
Now I will your helper be
Though you know not what you do
Still I'll stay to comfort you

Sweet young lover, deny death
This illness will steal your breath
Unless healing is brought soon
Either end, I'll pray for you

by **Juliana** on Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:07 am

Before I die, I need you to tame me
To save your life, I need you to tame me

Don't hesitate to hurt me if you must--
I will be fine; I need you to tame me

This animal has always been in me
Part of my mind--I need you to tame me

I know you've seen the worst that I am
Tie me to this line; I need you to tame me

Give me a name; if you like, call me Juli--
Just make it mine. I need you to tame me.

Juliana's Poetry and Shortstuffs

Guilty

Sister of Innocence

love/honor/blood

Broken. Why?

Promise of Life

Sweet Young Lover

Tame Me