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…
Category: Remnants of the Past
Child of Mine
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she comes to me. Curling up inside my heart, she begs me to remember her. She wants me to smile as I watch her play. She wants me to giggle bashfully. She wants me to be a child again. She is a very persuasive bedmate, and I follow … Continue reading Child of Mine
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
Memories of a Disenchanted Past – Part 6
The reel rolls on. The eraser is thrown at him, again, and he coughs in the cloud of chalk. His ear is pulled, his face is smacked and he is dragged into the hall by a red-faced tyrant. He is sent to the principal to receive more humiliation. The principal drags him from room to … Continue reading Memories of a Disenchanted Past – Part 6
Colloquially Speaking 