Trust Us
The world kept whispering, “You can trust us.”
She had learned at a very young age they were lying.
But one day she broke. One day she gave in. She chose to trust someone.
And when the world found her suicide note, they had no response. Three words explained her cruel reality.
He betrayed me.
The Monster Beneath the Table
"Peas again! Ugh, I'd rather have corn or cauliflower." thought Marylyn, as she shifted her feet under the table. Suddenly her cold, bare foot touched something hairy and warm. She choked back a scream. What kind of a monster was lurking under there? Finally she worked up the courage to look and discovered...her brother’s leg.
When you’re young,
you have milestones set
with ages in mind-
some ideas hopeful,
some ideas feeling more concrete.
I suppose it isn’t until
the passing of time
that we realize life isn’t quite
as in our control as expected.
For this I smile;
milestones change with age,
but young me would be proud now.
Now Hiring
His words muffled in the back of her head as she watched him stir her remaining creamer into his pathetic coffee cup, yet she was unphazed. This was the thousandth time she had been robbed of her morning sweetener. Unknown to him, a little something was added the night before. This was Dave’s last day.
luna
It was a total eclipse, so rare these days knowing the state of things.
I wouldn't let myself miss the opportunity so, applying my gear, I made my way to the surface and basked in the odd, fractured glow of the sun which casted thousands of cloud-like shadows on the ground from the shattered moon.
Left Behind
They found him at the train station on a Friday after the work rush, watching with grey eyes, dangling little black boots over the edge, above the tracks. He didn't speak. Just came with them when they asked and let them look after him. They always wondered if he remembered whom he'd been waiting for.
the honours
"Would you like to do the honours? You used to be a med student, right?"
"Is it scary?" I've heard it is.
"Not really, Or, I don't think so. It doesn't look like it is." The nurse smiles.
"Alright." I pick up the needle. Watch it go in, press, sigh.
Time of death: 9:01
Fata Infanzia
I was pretty okay with being a kid.
I sat still and soaked myself in the lulling waters of childhood. It's empty now. I didn't want to be older. The haze of girlhood--something to be penetrated and dissipated--was unknown to me.
There are hollows in the ground from where I stand still and look back.
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There is a children's novel where a girl living in the Dust Bowl accidentally picks gasoline instead of water to throw on her mother when her skirt caught fire. It is the split-second decisions that make or break us. We all have scars where our actions lit a match when they should have saved, instead.