Swing
I sit in my backyard swinging on my swing set. Both of my
hands grasp a metal chain. I pump my legs back and forth pushing myself forward
and backwards. It is rhythmic. The sun is behind me. I feel its warmth, and
stare at the grass which dances with the cool breeze. The sun highlights the attic window. I
thought I saw figure in the window swinging along with me. But, it was a mind trick.
Or, maybe it was a manifestation of my grief over my brother. I found him
swinging, but it was not in our backyard.
My Big Mattress
I sit on the edge of my big mattress. Its frame is tall and
my feet don’t touch the ground. Light fills the room. My pet cat lays next to
me. I pet him. He makes a squeaking noise, but doesn’t move. I sit there
waiting for my butler to bring food. Or, at least I pretend. My “big mattress”
sits on the ground and my body extends off of it. My pet cat is actually a rat
that found itself dwelling with me. I sit in darkness waiting for the jingle of
keys. That’s when my captors feed me.
Scars
My finger pulsates. I can feel as the blood slowly rolls
down it. There’s a large cut. It stings, but there’s no pain. However, he
insists on bandaging it up since he’s the one who accidentally cut me. As I
extend out my arm. I remember. I see the scars. Life had been good, so I forgot
about them. I forgot about my razor. I roll down my sleeve hoping he wouldn’t notice.
But, he did. Thoughts rushed through my mind. He unrolled my sleeve and kissed
my arm. He rolled up his pants and showed me his own scars.
Fear of the Unknown
I walk down the corner. I have a blindfold on. Every time
Rhonda touches my shoulder or back to direct me in a different direction I
tense up a little. I’m not sure where I’m going. Will I become one of them?
Rhonda won’t tell me. She lets go of my shoulder and opens a door in front of
us. I hear her say, “Number 43.” I swallow my spit. She undoes the blindfold.
It doesn’t take long for my eyes to adjust. I look up above me. I’m mesmerized.
I did it. I’m in. Welcome to Kappa Theta Omega.
Pizza
He folds a big slice of pizza, and bites down on it. After
the first bite crumbs litter his mouth. He takes a napkin, and he tries wiping
them off. But, he can’t get them all. I pull a napkin out of the dispensary and
tell him to lean over. I wipe the remaining crumbs off of his mouth. My eyes
wander from his mouth to his eyes. They’re a dark brown color. They’re like a
sea of chocolate conveying his sweetness. He grins. I can’t help but to grin
back. I think to myself that I’m one lucky dude.
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Chance Preshia
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