Crawling on hands and knees, this tunnel stretches through eternity.
Category: Writing 375
Survival
He wades along the shore, living off the sea, never feeling the hot sand between his toes.
Being
Ugliness is a human’s favorite pet. He is trained to heel, sit, and attack. We feed him the scraps of others.
Roots
If I return to the wild, I will be alone.
Down Memory Lane
I remember hay in my hair.
I remember my first kiss, we were at the buses and he accidentally kissed my ear.
I remember acne
I remember listening to elvis on on my walkman.
I remember hiding in my room at my dads and him coming in to ask what was wrong; I always said I was tired.
I remember singing hymns with my grandma
I remember biting my nails
I remember Michael Jordan
I remember kissing my husband until 11 on the beach, ignoring my mom’s angry phone calls.
Exorcism
The world haunts my subconscious in the dead of night and the peak of day. If only I were a priest.
Electricity
Outlets have a distinct shape. The three pronged American version is meant to resemble the face of a man, so that the user may feel comforted. When connected their device an illusion of a natural source is in the image of themselves reflected on the plug.
For You Mother (tonka)
There is a smooth glossy surface to carve upon; burned into the wood is the questionable figure of a horse. He is under water.
Too Late
I waited but no one came. I called out and no one came: jumping, kicking, crying….still alone. I fell silent. There came a whisper…
Burden
I have a second shadow. It is hidden where the world will never see, throbbing and squirming. I will never be alone as long as it is with me.