*****Sometimes ones desires are not passionate, lustful, playful*****
The other kids were afraid of him, then whispered and pointed fingers as he sat at his desk coloring. The teacher looking over his shoulder to see another of his gruesome drawings. “Michael maybe you should try rainbows and smile faces, you may scare the other kids and you want them to be your friend….yes.”
His head still down as he drew dark still bodies, his eyes slowly rolled up to catch hers. A evil smirk in the coldness of his gaze. “No I want to make them bleed…..” He drags the red crayon over the bodies on the page. “……and I want to hear you scream!”
“Happy Friday the 13th………hope you can make it to nap time!”
Exploring Desires 