Going
Going
Gone.
The day that gavel struck my life, I knew what was coming.
Life seeping from your skin,
Age hollowing your bones.
But a smile that never faltered.
_Going once…_
I found you on the step—
Grinning so broadly it must’ve hurt.
_I know it did_.
Before I could ask you how long you’d been lying there,
you turned from me,
into the harsh winter air.
_Going twice…_
You told me not to ...
My laugh is Mom’s.
My humour is Dad’s.
An accent extracted from the people around me.
Maybe my love for the countryside is justified.
Maybe my dislike for heights is fair.
Maybe the reason I hate the city is that my mind’s been molded outside of there.
I stole that joke from someone else.
I thought it was funny in the moment, and so did you.
I’m merely a puppet behind the strings,
comandeering t...
“The only answer is arson”, you had said, with an ounce of familiarity.
As if, you too, had accompanied the job as the gallons trickled over windshields— greasing over, obscuring view to a blur.
A mere moment in time before the flames hit the surface, melting those wipers, pungent rubber prickling the air.
I sat cold in that classroom.
Papers unfurling toward me like the gallons trickling over.
W...
She laughs in the moment.
As the key slots into the door,
the soft click meeting her every time.
The beige cat in the window blinks lazily,
once catching sight of her,
and then her new companion beside her,
hops from the curtain to greet them.
There’s conversations only the door hears;
the keylock so used to its role as sentinel,
wedging a barrier between strangers and friends.
It observes so muc...
Each drop is a journey
One emotion
One time.
Watching as the fatal
drip,
drip,
drip,
pools onto the ground like a crimson river.
The clash of the blade as it sparks the ground,
leaving that trail,
that set of footprints,
while I trek deeper within the red.
These numbers reach higher levels
Heartrate ceasing,
Speed increasing,
A proportional equation and the math to this madness
As the answer ...
Fame is such a funny word—
Used so sporadically
That even the most reclusive souls
Turn round to look at me.
It’s not something I brag about
It’s not something I want
The death of all I’ve ever known
Comes back to sit and taunt.
I sit on this uncomfy throne
With orders in my hand
But remnants of the fight and battle
Still lay upon the land
He fought for all we love
Tried to divide and conquer
W...
Clutching the parchment in his grasp
He sprints,
ducks,
weaves,
each page flitting in his red hands
as the date marked first of November
Slips from his fingertips.
The memory of Mama slips from her mind,
As casual as sleight-of-hand,
As crafty as deception
As November first becomes a day she deems normal as any other.
And the sound of the heartbeat monitor
Beeping.
Beeping.
Ceasing
is lost.
The...
No expensive jewels
Or masses of gold
Just the bones of our family
And tales never told.
The link is broken
And here comes the flood
Water, at this stage,
is thicker than blood.
Now the people run rampant
Cheeks hollowed, skin pale
As I watch as your crown
Gleams in the hail.
A figure declares in the storm
That they must be the one
To rip the crown of bones away
And seal what’s said and done.
...
I would be anything for you.
I might not be everything—
but I _would_ be anything.
I am absent in your presence most days but
here I am; as bright as the sun’s rays,
dark as the cold nights,
stars smiling at your success.
I hope you know I am proud.
I watch more than you know,
see more than you think,
laugh more at your disposition, which,
more often than not, is as dramatic
as I was at that age...
