ClumsyBlunder

the wind picked pace she could feel the sound of the music, very distant now he was telling her about his sister fingers sliding through her hair like water saying, "You remind me," "You remind me." it was too early for spring bare branches stir with a sudden turn of crooked fingers as a car passes, shedding light on broken glass last night she dreamed of lions

The cashier who sold me salted peanuts says "dead animal can swim." She looks at her hands. But dead animal can't swim. It's buried in beauty and beauty floats through the air. Maybe you can bury beauty in a balloon and tie it to a mailbox. "I don't know" says the cashier while she smells the dead animal that is dead inside of her. "There is no time for these questions when there is living fire that does not yet live here." So we set to burning the gas station. We run away. We run up a hill to where music is handing out free emotions with no memories. The cashier climbs in through music's translucent body and becomes its memory. Together we s

I was there in the playground the day Debra Mae told Penny Tomleson her mamma was going to die. "Liar!" Penny screamed, eyes closed and fists balled. Debra Mae just smiled sadly and shook her head.  "She's gonna fall off a horse and die.  Can't take it back, wish I could." "Liar!" she screamed again, this time flailing at Debra Mae, who stepped aside calmly at the last minute.  Almost like she could see it coming. "My mamma doesn't even like horses!  We don't even have a horse!" The kids started chanting fight, fight, fight! in the playground, but I didn't join in.  Debra Mae looked me straight in the eye, the very first time she'd ever

I asked him who he was, and he said, "I'm Sweeney," and I believed him. I probably shouldn't have, except that it was true. I can always tell when people are telling the truth. Mum and Dad were still in the last battles of the divorce, so I was trying to keep myself out of their hair as much as possible. This was why I had packed two cornmeal pancakes and an old plastic dish of syrup and was heading out into nowhere, where I wasn't necessarily wanted but sure as hell wasn't unwelcome. Not that I was resentful about it or anything. Nobody wants to fight in an amphitheater. Well, nobody but gladiators, but you don't see a lot of those around

 Let's play a game. I don't like the game we play But he says we have to. After all, I am Daddy's little girl. Don't move... I can't. I'm too sad to move. I don't like this game. But I am Daddy's little girl. There. Wasn't that nice? No, Daddy. I don't like our games... But I guess I have to Because I'm Daddy's little girl. We can play again later. I don't want to play later! I don't. Like. Our. Games. But I have to play them. Because I'm Daddy's little girl. It's fun. Isn't it? No daddy... I don't want to be Daddy's Little Girl. I'm sick of being Daddy's little girl In Daddy's world With Daddy's games. Let me grab this knif

Smile. Laugh. Run Faster. Faster. Stop. "What are you doing?" Trying to escape. "Nothing." Look behind you. Are they there? Shh. Shut up. Don't. Say. Anything. "What's wrong?" You'll never understand it. "Never mind." Scream. Scream louder. Rip your hair out. Cover your ears. "Calm down." I can't. "I'm sorry." They want you to die. They're out for you. Shut the door. Lock it. Unlock it. Lock it again. Hide. Shh. "Are you okay?" I'm dying. "I'm fine." You'll never make it. Freeze. Fall to the ground. Cry. Cry harder. Stop. "What are you doing?" Dying. "What are you going through?" Torture. "What'

She always fell for boys who needed saving. Giving them kisses in the dark to numb their headache from drinking too much and yet not enough to kill lust. She was always adored by boys, who, if given the chance, would rebuild the world for her. But she wanted to be the heroine and refused to see she needed saving, too.

your monster is eating my monster which is living inside of me

I found a man in my garden bed, Picking herbs for his wife, he said, For she was hungry and heavy with child. "For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled. So after the birth, I took her away To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay. I was her mother, she my one care-- "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!" But then a prince came and stole her young heart, So I cut her long locks and let her depart. I took her tresses for my own And saw how beautiful I had grown. Then I wondered: could I, too, Find a prince so valiant and true? I married a king, to my delight, With one daughter named Snow White. Though his age w

My heart races, Races in panic, Like a boat stuck out at sea, In a malignant play of nature. My  mind spins, In a whirlwind of confusion And chaos. "Not a thought, Does this mean what I think it does? " Silence is replaced by , The constant pounding of fear, Like the roaring of the ocean , Deep in my ear. My soul crumples, Like the buildings, in an earthquake. My body shakes, Shakes like the violence of a tornado, My anger spews out like, The molten lava of vivacious volcano. My tears flow, .... freely, Like the waters, of an , Over flown river. Seasons change, And people move on, Months of long wint