Hurt

Eyes…fearful eyes…peer over the trench… …pale neck stretching to greet the blade… …back arched in eager anticipation… …knees bent to absorb the shock… …hands raised in wordless prayer… …please…please…please… …silence… The blade falls…the world is still… …for a moment… Rushing forward…screaming…cursing…throat dripping shrieks of anger…hatred…pain…hurt… …so…much…hurt…  

Exhale…

Breathe deep... ...hold... ...train wreck through my soul...picking up the pieces...burying the dead... ...spinning...twisting...turning...churning... ...gagging...bitter bile slowly choking...the breath that is chained...between heart and mind... ...stuck...indecisive...unsure which way to go...as the world spins the wrong way...and life goes on... ...exhale.

Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 8

She was a good student, when she wanted to be. Mostly, she was impatient and bored.  She didn’t understand why it had to take so long to cover a simple, basic topic.  She rolled her eyes in frustration, although it was taken to be brazen. When she learned something she had never known before, she … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 8

Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 7

Their eyes have all fused together, frozen in time.  Their mouths, linked by a chain of taunting words, have become one twisted smile, whispering, over and over, “Bad boy, bad, bad boy.” He inhales deeply, and watches the cloud of smoke escape his lungs, washing away the face of the ghost who haunts him.  He … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – 7