Drowning

I felt your hand on my face and it

was comfort it was

pain.

Shove me out into the water again,

this is my home.

I will find you even though I know

on this dream the night has declared

war.

Daylight

When Bryan stopped, the waitress deposited his refill on the table.  He moved to take it, but I was faster.  Holding the glass out of his reach, I demanded, “What are you trying to do?  Drink yourself to death?”

“What do you care if I am?”

“Oh, that’s fucking great.”

“You don’t need me," Bryan retorted. "You don’t even want to see me.  How I choose to live my life shouldn’t make any difference to you.”

“That doesn’t mean I want you dead!”

“I’m dead to you now, anyway.”

Infuriated, I shot back, “If you are, it’s your own fault.”

“And let me assure you, I’ve beaten myself up for it far better than you ever could.”  He held out his hand.  “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like my fucking drink now.”

“You were the one who didn’t want me around anymore.”

“We all know what I said and did, Rachel.  I can’t keep begging for you to understand.  You’ve made your decision, and I’m sure no one would disagree with it.  Now let me make my own fucking decisions.”

“But all I want is to know why.  You can never tell me why.”

“I did tell you,” Bryan returned, and for the first time I noticed that his outstretched hand was shaking.  “Maybe you don’t understand this,” he said, “but I thought all I had become to you was some kind of fucking obstacle.  I’m sorry if this isn’t a good enough reason for you, or if it sounds trite, but I felt rejected, all right?  Like I meant nothing to the one person who meant everything to me.”  He lowered his eyes, his scowl now fixed on the table.  “I’ve been told I have some kind of abandonment complex because of what happened with my mother—that I don’t want to be left again, so I leave first.  If you can believe that recycled, fucked up psychoanalytical bull shit.”

I could believe it.  And because I did, I forgave him.

*Excerpt from my upcoming novel, The Last Confession of the Sun God.

The last fairy tale

Our hologram 
our invention 

created with the 

worst of intentions 

our illusion

our illusion

Some kind of

cradle

holds you now

I had to let you

fall from my

arms

but not forever

not forever

just in this world...

Memory

Sometimes I am lost,

wandering around my

mind.

And the madness that

touches me,

touches you,

too.

It beats me inside,

it makes me swallow

what I should

release—

it beats me inside,

I have to swallow

or I will

choke.

It follows me,

but it can run so

much faster.

It can run so much

faster...

Scissors

The defense has become the obstacle
I cannot give it up
it is giving me up
it is waving goodbye
it has become boring
please please please
it has become boring
I look out of the bus window and I see
houses and a golf course
not ready
keeps rattling at the gate
let me kiss you goodbye

just wait
just wait
just not ready yet.

The defense has become the obstacle
there is no turning back.

Irreversible

Kitty was in the process of creating a make-shift bandage in front of the sink when she realized she was no longer alone.  And yet no one had come through the door. This could mean only one thing.  Hoping to see a friendly fuzzy image, Kitty raised her eyes to the mirror.

Just behind her stood the image of a blurry clergyman.  As she struggled to maintain her composure Kitty considered casually strolling out of the ladies' room to the relative safety of the bus depot lobby, but her arm was still bleeding all over the counter.  Nor was she a good enough actress to pull off the pantomime that she wasn't alone.   That didn't leave her much of a choice.   

Kitty took a deep breath.  She then turned around and waved at the ghost figure standing only inches away from her.  “Hello,” she said.

“You can see me?” the Minister exclaimed.   

“Of course.”

“So I was right—you were following my friend.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kitty replied, rapidly deciding that the best course of action was to act as stupid as possible.  It wasn’t as if she wanted to earn the Minister’s respect—she just wanted him to leave her alone, the sooner the better.  And god knew Kitty really had no idea what was going on with this whole Interior business, anyway, so acting stupid wouldn’t be that much of a stretch.  “Following who?” she asked.

“You know precisely who I mean.  How is it that you have come to be involved in this?”

“Involved in what?”

The Minister sighed expressively.  “Where,” he said, “is the file?”

“What file?”

“The one you stole from us.”

Kitty held up her hands.  “I’d love to help you, but as you can see, I don’t have any file.”

“I saw my friend chasing you.”

“What friend?”

“You obviously think I am a fool.”

“I think nothing of the sort.”

“Why are you helping the King?”

“Which king?”

“You are not from the Interior.”

“The Department of Interior?”

            

“Why can you see me?”

“Can’t everyone?” Kitty asked.  “And, hey, what are you doing in the ladies’ room anyway?  You don’t look like a girl.”

For a moment Kitty could have sworn the Minister was going to explode.  But when he instead smiled, Kitty almost wished he hadn’t.  Nothing about that smile felt like a warm fuzzy.  “You must be a queen in your world,” he said.  Kitty shook her head.  “No.  Only a girl.”

“There is nothing ‘only’ about it,” the Minister replied, in such a way that made Kitty’s skin crawl.  “Well, my dear, I would love to chat and learn more about you, but it appears that I must take my leave.  Until we meet again.”

And the image vanished as mysteriously as it appeared.

*From my YA novel A Window to the World, coming soon!

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