The woman was ruthless, positively vicious. She was determined to serve justice to the asswipes who dared tarnish her community. The onlookers’ cheers seeing she wouldn’t settle for just a slap on the wrist, empowered her more, the sway of her stride confident. Perhaps for her fireplace shelf, she’d take his gold chain as a trophy? Oh, the stories all the neighbors would tell to their children with admiration! The neighborhood would call her a hero, her accomplishments spread across every social media platform on the web.
Who was the next example she would send to his grave this month?
The world is my oyster! I can enjoy myself, play around or divide and conquer. What shall I plan next? Perhaps I shall climb up a tall mountain untethered? Take off all my clothes at the top? I will try not to hurt myself. Here I go! It seems the other travelers watching are worried!
Halfway up, the ringtone on my cell phone distracts me. It’s my lawyer.
“What fresh hell are you up to now? Do you intentionally not want a future!Speak, what do you have to say for yourself?”
when memories present in the silence of my room i check my expectations at the door my spine gets comfortable as i delve deep into the bank of the past the risk of emotions is high will my cheeks remain dry i hear the clunk of metal gears hobos sleeping in rail cars their lives in a haze while i play in the train yard i wonder in my head where they are now
my head is light as i breathe in deeply only to exhale a cough’s sputum i follow it with a gasp while clutching my worn out chest the morning light begins to crown my window sill
another day survived
the neighbors dog proceeds to bark sunrays drift in to shine brightly the paste in my mouth tastes acrid i sigh as my defeat begins to show the choice before me is to go on or open up to accept the divine
The slit in her dress made me want to trace down it with my finger—the exotic print and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic face and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white lace of her evening wear. I began to listen to her softly sighing in the still room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an infiniteembrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.
Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.
I hope we all answer the call for justice. Voting in this election is paramount! It would rattle me if things went differently than I hope they will. Word on the street is victory belongs to us, but until it’s confirmed, who knows?
These last few years, I’ve been feeling shame for this country for choosing a path of hatred and division. Yet, I’ve also seen handscome together for the common good. This Fall, a bell will toll for one side.
We are at a crossroads, and I suspect there will be quite a few butthurt people.
A note to all eligible voters out there, PLEASE do you civic duty and VOTE!! We need you now more than ever!
Why deny me food? I realized then I had so much more to endure. This monster apparently liked his victims trim. His laugh beyond the door made me focus anxiously in that direction. I started to stretch to keep from shivering; a dry heave rose to my throat. I forced myself to picture the grand applause from people cheering at the gymnastics tournament, not one singular error during my set. I was so proud of myself. What began as triumph quickly began to wilt and crack like fragile gold foil after I was forced into the back of a van.