Before and After[one day after] It's not the snores of my roommate, or the barking of the neighbor's dog, or the lewd calls of the drunken boys across the way that wake me up at three a.m. on a Monday morning. It's the sudden pounding on my door, three quick raps that leave Kendall fast asleep but me wide awake, and before I know it I've crossed over to the door and opened it to reveal my RA, Michele, standing there with a phone in her hand. She looks as disheveled as I feel but her eyes are bright with concern. "It's... it's for you, Skye," Michele murmurs. I know who it is even before I press the phone to my ear and hear the sobs on the other end. I know and I wish I didn't, and suddenly I'm hearing the words I never wanted to hear. Michele leaves me with the phone but I'm not alone. We'd woken Kendall up and now my roommate, my best friend, rubs her hand along my back, soothing, consoling, mopping
Becoming SomebodyI.That day the rain was my red carpet into the school, the sheets of water forming shadows, my only companions. They whispered in their little rain-voices and guided me through the burnt ruins of the once-massive buildings. Ashes mixed in the puddles at my feet and painted my legs grey with every step.A starburst of lightning exploded over my head, the rumble of thunder following quickly. The sound broke the clouds' last resolves and they began to cry relentlessly, drowning out nearly every sound except their mourning."My sister and I, we called the thunder skyquakes."The boy had been hiding among the rain-shadows, out in the field that served as my destination. His hair dripped water faster than the sky itself and he strained to speak loud enough to overwhelm the clouds."Who are you?" he asked me.I am shattered windows and unwashed dishes and crushed soda cans. I am pain and brokenness and the personification of all things undeserving of the light of beauty that I see shi
Mira's 'Sweet Sounds' ch.4They pull the rope together feigning effort, sorrow forgotten. Slowly the bucket arrives at the top of the well, tipping every once in a whle spilled the water back into the earth.Then, they drag the half-filled bucket to rest on the edge. The well is surrounded by a copse of trees that divides the town from the field, the new life from the old. The thirst for fresh water, the only thing that connects them.Linette is the first to dunk her head into the water, completely submerging it. Making her fresh and cool. Drops roll down her shirt, her shorts to her legs to "plip" onto the parched dirt.The other 2 follow suit a coat of water covering them head to toe.Before they enter the town they put the ends of their long braids in the buckey as one.Three sisters, three little girls, vow together to do what it takes to become three self-dependent women.****************The town is as quiet, as dull, as boringly lifeless as it was the last time they came. The heat makes the buyildings see
Mira's 'Sweet Sounds' ch.3The sisters all stand up after a while quietly deciding they must go on their way as they can feel the sun's rays growing hot on their backs. the grass around them is mushed into a litle cradle allowing the full view of the ditch Sim "fell" in.Out of girlish curiosity Linny peers over the edge of it. The dip is filled with rotting grass and other small plants but her eyes catch a glimpse of something read near the botteom. She calls over the other two asking permission to touch the red something. Jaly replies with a yes as she sees no harm in it. Together they push away the blades.It's a soapstone cube. Red soapstone.. It was Mum's all-time favorite. Around the house she had several little paperweights like it. She always carried one in her pocket as a good luck charm she would say but they all new it was her only present from Da. Mum believed her own heart was made of soapstone."I was born with it." she would say "It's my natural affiliation." and they believed her. Mum's hair coul
JebiounousYou came home that day, tired, wiped clean like an empty chalkboard who lost its color to the long-reigning days of sun. But the sheen in your eyes echoed in your forehead, let me know that a part of you was merely withered, not completely dead.We became smiles as we darted off, forgetting the world just enough that the only reality left was the sound of our two feet as we were off into the wilderness. One, two, and three...~~~~~The anger coursed through your veins, strong and potent. Life wasn't anything more than suffering, with all the divorce papers and panicked hospital visits and "missing" flyers. Out here in the woodland, in birds calls and cutting grasses, you had found nirvana.Struggling Buddhists would envy the way you cut off ties to the world with your ashen hands. The quiet peace of your living out under the open sky. The wisdom in your eyes at the sprouting age of ten.I loved you too much to envy. My only, lonely friend.~~~~~"Anya, would you say I'm weird?" you sai
TherapyAna knows me welllike she knows the comfortableness of her couchlike she knows the pea-green shade of her office wallsthat's how she knows mebut she doesn't knowthe hardness or softness of every individual molecule within the couchthe extremes the components that average out to make firm, cushiony wholeshe doesn't know every particle, every speck of colorthe oranges, and blacks, white, greens, pearls, purples, pinks, yellows, tans, and turquoisesthe every reflection of color that together make a green so smooth on the eyes it feels like creamthat's how she knows menot:the pigments that make up my skinthe genetic sequence that decides the sound of my sneezeor the growl I make in frustration (i hide it way to well, she doesn't know that either)But I'm not a one layered, one-dimension, one inch (non-cubed, non-squared) paperwith crumples on the edges she's getting paid to smoothYet she knows that the mouth of mine is a factory specialized in liesso I get a paper and a pe
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