Her Galaxy
The stars.
Her planet.
They all remind me of you.
I've traveled throughout your galaxy.
Set foot on all your planets.
I've watched you fall in love.
When it didn't workout I watched a star collapse within itself.
Some of your planets are inhabitable.
It's one planet a man may never successfully travel to.
The journey to the planet that holds your heart.
It's cold.
And no signs of life.
Many have embarked on that journey.
Zero have successfully completed the mission.
Love and other Fragile Things
White ceramic
pressing against our fingertips;
Yellowed teeth,
parted Purple lips;
Bagel breath,
strained eyes,
strained face,
strained smiles
that go nowhere.
Pinky fingers
moving an inch,
candied apple’s
slowing movement
like molasses,
like Red light,
like soflty spoken words.
Quivering Blue
meets wondering Purple
more than halfway;
Forked tongues
not yet sharpened,
not yet deadly,
not deadly enough.
Piss off the Yellow.
To Hell with the Red.
And the cold White freezes
when smooth tongues part
the Purple and the Blue.
DEEP
The Jeep swerved back and forth. Eric did his best to drive ahead of the gang chasing them.
But they were not going to stop the chase. Not even as they approached a
cliff.
Eric looked at Sam. He told her to trust him. With tears in her eyes, she gave a nod & their car went over the cliff.
The car went flying into the air before making a SPLASH into the frigid waters. Eric held his breath and tried to make his way out of the Jeep, the door didn’t even budge. He pushed it and a flood of the sea water flowed into the car.
He pulled Sam’s hand and did his best to hold her tight. As soon as he was almost reaching the top of the water, he slowly lost his firm grip around Sam.
Eric gripped her hand~ tighter & tighter- until he felt her let go. He pushed himself, diving toward her...her body sank into the water and he could not hold his breath under water for much longer..
His head rose from the water and he gasped for air. He looked around to see if the coast was clear. He dived back into the water to see if he could spot Sam’s body. Nothing. She was gone.
#DEEP
19 June, 2020--Friday
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8ofCZObsnOo
Memory Lane
The gun clamored to the floor, firing off one more warning shot before it fell. The class looked at us in shock. Octavia was in tears trying to wrench hee hand out of the hold, and I was still stunned I had just done that. Though my instinct was to run when I saw her holding the class hostage, the expensive kung-fu lessons kicked in and I crept back in the class and managed to disarm her. Recovering from her temporary trance, Mrs. Brooks kicked the gun away and secured Octavia's wrists with her trusty roll of duct tape that basically held the classroom together.
The police came and arrested her for murdering the principal, three of her closest friends, and a science teacher. No one in my class was hurt (except Garth who got shot in the leg when Octavia dropped the gun) physically, but emotionally, you can see the scars. Thirty years later and I still wonder why I sprang into action. I question why she'd shoot up the school and what would've happened if she had just looked to her left. She only said that the science teacher was a creep (which was why no one at school really mourned him), her friends were liars, and the principal just got in the way. And yet, as I flip back through my high school yearbook with my kids and catch a glimpse of her unnoteworthy face, I wonder what drives a person to kill.