Locked Up - a Flash Fiction piece by JAStar4, literature
Literature
Locked Up - a Flash Fiction piece
Pouring down over her hair, she felt her anxiety circling the drain. Her hand rustled her hair, dripping soak from the faucet above her head. Pain from the water sizzled over her flesh.
She felt her eyes closing as the mist around her coated her in a shield. The drawing sound of the water dripping down her back, charmed in her frightened ears. She opened her eyes with caution.
Tiled walls around her sang for her touch. Reaching her hand towards the cold damp marble, she felt her anxiety building once more.
Deep inside her body, the warmth of the shield of mist covered her. She narrowed her light hazel eyes at the tile on the wall.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
As a safety deposit box
For other people's secrets,
But left out because I didn't
Spend adolescence spent and wasted,
Though I still hate myself for the
Places I have been.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
In hole-in-the-wall coffee shops
Listening to the two of you
Talking about your escapades
To and with each other
Because you've forgotten
That I'm here.
I have such a hard time saying no.
And that's how I end up
Too drunk on adrenaline
To stop or stop and think,
And getting shoved farther out
And being dragged farther down
In the surf
Than I wanted to go.
Today I found a photo
Of us.
Of you and me.
(I found a photo that we're both in.)
I always hated that picture
Because quite frankly,
Neither of us looked
At the camera
Or that good individually
(Or together.)
I had stupid lines
From an uneven tan
That I got
In an ugly swim suit.
(I've sworn off tanning since.)
You had a stupid smirk
Because you were intent on
Being sad all the time,
But I make people feel better.
(So you couldn't help it.)
Your dad's unfashionable tie
Was trying to match
My cheap prom dress
But failing miserably,
(And his suit was swallowing you.)
I couldn't help but stare
At the train wreck we documented,
So representa
Our voices float across the airwaves
And sing each other out to sea,
As we are pulled along by riptides;
By ocean-current sleep.
I will whisper you a lullaby
As you sink down among; surrender
To the swirling tide of sheets.
As words begin to fail you,
(Though you insist you are awake,)
There is so much that you should know,
Your consciousness slips away,
But there are still words I’m scared to say.
What if you somehow remembered all
Those secrets I could speak?
Maybe I’ll tell you when I’m older
And not so much afraid.
The Siren at the Sandbar by Vegetabelle, literature
Literature
The Siren at the Sandbar
I'll pull you in with my glittering eyes
And pull you down with my lonely hands.
I'll tangle you in my sea-salt hair
And tangle you up with heartfelt lies.
I'll whisper a high-tide “I love you,”
Listening to your uncontrollably human pulse.
But those words are meant for me as well
Because I want to believe it could be true.
You’ll follow me to the water with a kind
Of nonchalance still playing on my lips.
You won’t be alive when I’m done with you
But I’ll leave your body for another to find.
I always bruise
So easily,
Almost without provocation,
Like fruit.
I lose track
Of the black
And blues
That splatter my body
like paint,
And I forget
How they even got there.
Now sometimes,
Things get interesting
When they start to heal
And turn yellow
And green.
So unlike you though
Darling,
At least my feelings
Have thick skin.
The Lamp Post and the Moon by Vegetabelle, literature
Literature
The Lamp Post and the Moon
I wait here in the same place.
I've never left you once,
But in the morning when I wake up,
You are almost always gone.
Sometimes you wait around a while,
Or return during the day,
And some nights you
Don’t come home at all. Though,
You come back nearly every evening.
There are some nights you
Take your time, but I
Will always leave this light on
So that you can find your way to me
When the rest of the world is sleeping.
NaPo 04-21 Indestructible by RavensQuill, literature
Literature
NaPo 04-21 Indestructible
We are perdurable
The pretty and the proud.
We hold our heads up high
Our bodies remain unbowed.
We are imperishable
Speaking bold and true
We dance to our own beat
Our feet on paths of dew.
We are unforgettable
The generous and living
We keep our hearts open
Our hands will be giving.
We are indestructible
The strong and the weak
We may be at times opposites
Our futures are not bleak.
NaPo 04-15 The Raven's Song by RavensQuill, literature
Literature
NaPo 04-15 The Raven's Song
Rock 'n Roll plays a score of Poe
His Raven whispers "Forevermore"
Upon the darken foggy banks
Of the River Styx.
With wrinkled hands
The man now stands,
His body bowed down low
Bobbing to the heavy beat
Bodies twist under the tide
Their hands with the boat collide
Keeping time with hells rhythm
Drowning in their grey haven
Angels hum a blinding hymn
All white feathered limbs
Paying no mind to the devils work
Or what they claim to sing.
The world turns on its axis
Around and Around it goes
We all marching to the tune
Of the Raven's "Nevermore."
Can't you see what you do to me,
If I was a person you'd be doing life,
For attempted murder,
You arrogant fools,
All you do is take,
Take Take Take,
Never fully accepting the consequences,
It's not our problem you say,
Yet you cry out at human injustice.