I touched the sky
My trembling hands stretched
Clouds danced against fingers
My stress fading ever so quickly
Shadows my eyes cast removed
Color soaring across grey memories
I remember today to breathe deeply
I remember today to smile
Distant thoughts set free to drift
Far away the problems seem small
I touched the sky
Hands steady as a rock
Tonite I dream in peace
Hate knawls at me
Teeth chewing on leather
Absolving my indifference
Price of caring varies
But doing nothing is free
Time slips away like sand
You can’t see darkness
You can only sense empty
Despondent memories grow
Lingering to poison me
Souring the breaths I take
Low and tight, I grab at tree roots. My simple gravel path trimmed to a knife’s edge. My eyes caught a climb away from vertigo inspiring view. A stomach in knots, joins other spreading pains like gingham pattern.
I grab a branch to rise, only to receive a pine scented water spray when it slips slowly away.
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“There’s a funny stone over here!” Derrick yells across Meadowhaven Gardens.
Julia grimaces his direction. She keeps thumbing through the guidebook. “What’s the point of reading about these people? You are jumping from place to place. These are real stories of what happened to these people. It’s so cool to think…”
“Hey, you got to see this one!” Derrick grows louder as if to wake the dead.
“Coming!” Julia finds row 15 in the book. “What’s the last name? …. Never mind I found it. Reginald Foster. He had heart attack while eating on Pier 9. His last words immortalized as ‘They were French fries!'”
My hand skims the turbulent surface of Lake August. The electric motor whines as the minutes slide from the clock. My heart races. My cargo needs hiding. Daylight doesn’t creeps in to my view, revealing a tiny shed in a rugged lawn.
Who knew too much lust and a pillow could end this way.