Keepsakes

I breathed in the fresh, crisp air. Another jolt of lightning pain pulsed through my body like electricity filling the empty space around me with the sound of panting.

I felt for my backpack. Inside I found my wallet with stiff fingers.

Inside: my Ohio state driver’s license, credit cards. It is possible no one will ever find me. I frowned at the photo of myself. No one will find you, April DuWitt, 5’4” eyes BRO.

Silence is maddening. I began looking at the things I kept behind my identification. These things, if it were possible, seemed to say more about me than my government issued ID card.

A movie stub and Walden’s member card. A phone number jotted down on a piece of ripped notebook paper with no name. Twenty eight dollars…

My heart sank. A group picture from my Junior Prom. I looked at all of the familiar faces; familiar but strange. Everyone seemed young, even though the photo was from only three years ago. I look at face after face, remembering, laughing, crying, regretting every single moment I carried with me.

Now I was sinking, almost comfortably, into numbness and became unable to move.

Gazing upward I stare at the diamonds of my tomb, treasures innumerable shimmering magically above. I hold remnants of an expired life, my life, in frostbitten hands. My breathing is slow, drawing in each empty, cold taste.

I know no one will find me. I relive happier, warmer days as ice crystals overcome me. Frost offers one last kiss. My lips and every lie they ever told are silently and eternally preserved in this case, forever.

Magnetic Poetry

I found these words on an old webpage. The code used to allow users to move the words around to make their own poem. Here is the skelleton of a poem that might have been… or a poem that is, loosely feeling like itself lately ;P I am in an oober weird mood today! It is also Mother’s Day, btw.

he she what beautiful ghetto fabulous mobile loser chinese freestyle fashion and at where pop sucks alternative rocks vintage and music life i am a warrior you said and when why art freak identity crisis guess will cheeseburger pie is geek rap for today dweeb if it’s too loud turn it down say the worst ? ! the huh? love infatuation typical sexy flower moon star the eyes kiss gaze destiny forever time eternity good-bye

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(I also found the code I used to use to do this nifty little number, not such a biggie here on WordPress but it used to take forever to link all your pages together!)

Coming As We Were

You’re soaked in bleach for a trend,
acid burning holes through jeans.
You flaunt faded tie-dye tees that
used to be more vibrant.
It stings your eyes to hide
that now forgotten shade of brown.

Insides burned like an exploding sun,
a boy’s haircut on a nine year old girl!
Curls chopped to the ears… Please,
turn away to laugh at that last line.
Some memories fade much faster than scars
from canning on our old dining room table.

Garage Sale

A tattooed mother and her two daughters, one quiet eating an ice cream cone the other spoiled, outspoken and done up like a Barbie doll. An old black guy came looking for rakes, shovels and hoes. The man handed us two dollars, Zach handed him a green plastic rake.

We kept doing that, selling things that weren’t for sale. Marking down useless things collected and displayed on the lawn. I accepted an eight dollar check from a neighbor that I haven’t cashed yet and an army recruiter took a piss-soaked leather couch off our hands for twenty bucks. He actually had nineteen dollars and forty-two cents.

A stringy haired woman with heavy eyelids untangled gaudy grandmother jewelry in a plastic bin. “You’re in my light.” The fuzzy-headed teenager stopped hovering over his mother and ran towards Rainbow Drive, tearing leaves from our tree, throwing helicopter flowers in the street as cars sped by gawking at our cluttered garage.

“Switch me.” The mother maneuvered her three-legged walker, pushing her blonde daughter back so she could get at the next shelf. She ended up buying three seasons of a TV show on DVD and two nearly identical cross necklaces. Before they left the girl snatched one, “That’s mine!” I didn’t see which color.