Writing Prompt

D ancing in the rain

A nd twirling all around,

N othing can stop this feeling of

C ircling

I ndefinitely, puddles beneath our feet.

N ever letting go as we dart across the

G round.

I nconsiderate of our soaking socks,

N ot caring to use an umbrella

T he sun has

H id its face, but the fun has just begun beneath the

E ver-watchful eyes on the droplets splattering down

R unning, racing, splashing...

At the pyre burns a fire

Tinged with gold

Lingering specs of an empire

Emboldened and folded to ash upon ash

But the fire still burns

It sets flame to sky and shows itself

In irises watching in awe

Drawing closer to be burned too

You see the spectacle of it all

The cycle of destruction

Enamored, shocked

You want to be vaporized

To burn larger and stronger

To become a spectacle to those...

I’ll never forget that night,

the night the world slowed down.

The moon closed its eyes,

and fireworks ignited without sound.

He said, “We’re born to hold hands,”

but even when I refused,

he smiled and said, “It’s okay,

I understand.”

It almost worked—

keeping him alive.

I didn’t beg, he didn’t cry.

A part of us knew

this was our last July,

and that was fine.

We both sighed.

I turned to him and...

My mother and I parked across the street of an abortion center in Memphis, TN. I’m unsure of the name, she told me she has been here before. I remember what I was wearing. A pink shirt and blue jeans shorts. I was innocent before and that day my innocence was taken from me. Approaching the center we were encountered with protesters. They had signs that were vulgar, pictures of dead babies. My mo...

Eyes on Eyes

Lips on Lips

Hips on Hips

Your sweat harbors pheromones I cannot resist; cooling my neck in the heat of us as droplets fall off your dark tendrils.

With my chin on your collarbone as I love on your neck, I feel vampires are more human than monster; for I have found my mortal self wanting to latch on and drink you dry

I wish I could rip you open and curl up in you like a joey in i...

They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes, and for 7 minutes you see your greatest hits.

As I lay on the grass, life draining out of me, it’s like I’ve lived my life over again.

I see my parents holding me after I won the 2nd grade spelling bee, I see my 7th grade crush; Donny McMaster kissing me on the playground. I see my first day of high school, and my last day too.

...

I can still see the mobile moving above my head

The blackout

The wake up

The pain

The sorrow...

You hurt me more then anyone had ever,

You taught me that theirs always worse feelings,

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,

Then the second I get over you,

You come back,

Of course you did,

You always do,

I will forever hate you for that,

You made me fall in love all over again,

And hurt me again,

I hate you for everything you did to me...

That one moment

At the top of the swing

Not climbing nor falling

You are simply floating

In a crowded concert hall

A powerful piece had just crescendoed

And ended

The scilence sinks in, igniting chills

Staring out at the sky

Listening to the rain, the thunder

The world flashes

Your mind calms

Everything is still

Everything is silent

It’s in these moments

That life truly does last forever

...

Normally when I imagine being in a chapel like this, in some fancy outfit, with people, I don’t exactly feel excited. Or happy. Or anything positive really. Not until right now. I guess this day is a lot of firsts. A reframing of some of the things I’d grown to dislike.

For one, I got to pick my formalwear! Normally when there’s some big once in a lifetime event, my mom forced me into whatever ne...