He sat down, his laptop before him.Words were flying all over, thoughts scattered and hazy visions that could never translate into reality. He tried so hard, he was an utter failure, a disaster.
He couldn’t do this, he wasn’t good enough.
Wait, said the universe.
The truth is, he isn’t eligible enough.
The creak of her wheel gained his attention.
She was like a breath of fresh hair,
The perfect contour of her body,
The boy at the corner of the street stared right ahead,
“Do you see her” I asked John.
“Who” he replied and from the shock on his face,
I knew my demons were back again.
A tender kiss,
A glass of champagne,
A bouquet of roses,
A flamboyant love affair
to please everyone.
You are a stranger,
Handsomely clad in a tuxedo.
That the crowd gapes at.
“What a gentleman”, “You must be lucky”,
they say to me.
Beneath my skin lay your scars,
The trashing of your words.
“Indeed he is” I say,
Slowly, I walk away.
She walked past the mother who was gently kissing her son’s wound gone.
Unconsciously, her face lit up.
The gentle tugs on her sweater, sheshe’d never forget.
The way he smiled, the way he shared his toys.
Her footsteps grew heavier as she spotted it.
She lay the bunch of bluebells down.
The concrete slab said Jack(1995-1998), we will remember you”
As the world around us crumbles,
Where religion has become macabre,
Where dominance is the key,
The two options we have
are fight or flight,
We chose this.
We live with guilt,
With shame and fear,
And day by day,
this eats our flesh.
This tears us apart,
Our humble abode,
An escape from brutality,
We draw the curtain.
Mia looked over at Sam, sprawled across the bed.
He slept like a child, and the innocence was too overwhelming for her.
She broke out the door in cold sweat, and she noticed she was holding her breath the whole time.
She couldn’t go on anymore.
It was claustrophobic, her entire existence.
And there was no point.
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The fresh crimson pool lay right there,
And he stared, not knowing what to do.
Was he distraught?Frightened?
Should he run?Should he call the police?
The world around him spun like a broken carousel,
But The voice in his head beat his conscience.
“Go forth, quench your thirst, my son”
And that, he did.
She walked with her camera strapped tightly around her neck,
It would be the last time she would do this alone,
Smelled the ocean, tasted the moisture,
And went on these mystical adventures alone.
“Anna was going to have a family soon” her mom laughed, as did Hugh.
And this walk to the beach was her final souvenir.