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LJ Idol: "Possum ran over my grave."

"Don't say that.  It's a stupid superstition.  Plus, it's creepy."

So you've never felt it, that shivery moment that can't be unexplained by an errant breeze?  I don't believe that random nerve glitches are responsible for everything.

It's a constant battle.  I try to fit in your world, to tame my wild edges.  My head can't fit in the space where my heart goes.  It never could.

When I bite back the woods and words of my childhood, a part of me dies.  I feel that shiver.  I know that grave is getting filled bit by bit.  Is this death by a thousand paper cuts?   More like Death by minute alterations, until the fabric is too shredded, the garment no longer fits.  Unable to move freely, to shiver, to recognize out loud my truth.

The thunk is sickening.  I don't look to see what is in the middle of the road.  You keep driving.

"Quit crying.  We're going to be late.  Don't be stupid."

But I notice the shudder, barely perceptible.

I notice the tremor increasing, slight at first.  Then full body shudders as you drive down that stretch of road.

You and I both know what that is, and just where your grave will be.

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xxmadsenxx
Jan. 1st, 2017 08:49 pm (UTC)

You're a really good writer!

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The fucking YARN FAIRY!

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