Home Sweet Home. By Ebony L.

He’d been an underling 98% of his life. A brittle, thin manboy. Curly black face hair rooted his pointy chin, his body halting development it seemed at the age of 12. Bummer. He'd predicted his sallow fate on a daily basis now. 22 Years old Asheley Buistavill wanted to die and he warmed a bit of his plans: A nostalgic warmth like a crochet quilt engulfed his skeleton thin frame causing him to lean back against the cement wall. Finally some plan produced logic to him, (it had been years since his last actual plan had been planned out) Death was his final fate, he was excited, who would find his corpse? The temporary ruckus it would stir from the “dog walkers' ' seemed shameful to him, he deserved no ruckus he was a homeless minion. More scrutiny then he’d ever get in his living years. Ashely B. was fed up with being without a dwelling that he could belong to be allowed to put his scoffed loafers beside each other in a hall closet. Having less of a home was exhausting and draining his vitality: the little he had, it wasn’t enough to sway him from ending his own barren lifestyle.Jump.He’d jump from the towns Lexington Plaza building, 27 stories would do him in. Ashley wondered if he’d succumb plunging down past the 5th floor? Or the 14th floor? Or would he just plunge aware and alive until his body hit the ground then splat onto the cement.The gravel and oil deposits will be his resting spot: finally a place to rest, no “move along sir” he couldn’t move along “so & so” cause Ashley would be no more. Homeless no more . Belonging to death was fine. Climbing the deserted Influx Plaza, Ashley B. thought of his Mom’s Carolina pork and slaw, screw that slaw. Screw privacy and calm relaxation, screw the land he no longer could live off, once he’d made it to the 27th floor, he looked up into the atmosphere, picturing a wrong turn he’d taken to get him at this place, a place impossible to see any hope in. Homeless, displaced.

He just tipped his brittle frame forward a bit over the edge of the building: that's all it took and he was plunging down, hitting the cement hurt like hell real fast and then darkness. Darkness was a place to stay after all, a home all his own. Home sweet home. At last!