آرٹ پرستار

Author's Note: کشمش, مویز bran makes me write articles...enjoy.


"Stay here. We'll be back for آپ later on." "Don't try to bend, he took it away forever." "That'll only make things harder."

Azula could not speak. The air in the holding cell was frigid. A lump began to form in her throat.

"Leave me, swine!" She lunged feverishly from the cold metal نشست only to find that they were right. Her bending was gone. Forever. The guards gave an amused grin and Azula shrank bank into an estranged corner of her mind which she had not been aware existed before. Fear. "That's مزید like it!" "Far مزید lady-like...

Locked up in her cell, Azula screamed insanely in terror. She remembered her past. What she did, she was extremely the bad girl. She kept asking herself many times why Mai and Ty Lee betrayed her. Why. Why, just why? This proofs that Mai and Ty Lee aren't true friends. They don't care about Azula, the old fun were just during their childhood.

They've all grown up, and in love. Ty Lee, of course still have tiny feelings for Sokka, but not that much since she admits Sokka and Suki are cute together. Mai, was going out with Azula's brother. If Zuko and Mai get married, Azula couldn't bare having...

Authors note: this one is number seven. WARNING: sadder than most of the other poems.



Mother had me locked in here.

Up in this room.

The air feels hot. It's suffocating.

The بستر sheets are so thick. They're making me sweat.

I take the سب, سب سے اوپر one off. I keep sweating.

I remove the rest. The sweating won't stop.

I need a bath. No, someone will come to check on me.

We can't have that.

Meditation. Let's try that.

Breathe in breathe out.

What's this?

I look across the room. At the vanity mirror.

A blemish?

No.

A mole?

Right there on my upper lip.

My face contorts into an uneven frown.

Close the eyes....