Skillet747

There’s something under my fingernails Working its was through the quick Forcing a stinging string up the fine tendons of my hand It’s bubbling, fizzing inside my bones Like the carbonated drinks I would sip on the porch as a child Before I knew what is was to be sick with shame It’s clicking, ticking across my brain Time’s Up. But there are no explosions here, only implosions I’m cascading in on myself like a dying star Someone take a saw to my femur So I can suck out the marrow that’s laced with helium Leave me empty and numb; not this flighty mockery of calm Submerse me in the water Bathe me in rivul

I saw a willow He whispered to me Snaky tendrils beckoning Hiding secrets away I wish I was brave enough to follow But I'm afraid of the unknown… I saw a storm cloud She reached down to me Warm tears streaming Laying kisses on my face I wish that I could cry like her But I'm afraid to let it go… I saw the ocean She sang out to me Wild eyes flashing Showing me the sky I wish that I could swim inside her But I'm afraid to be set free… I saw a man He offered love to me Gentle hands caressing Driving me to tears I wish that I could let him see me But I'm afraid to see myself...

For as long as she could remember, Rebecca had loved the autumn. It was always her favorite time of year because the forest burst into myriad of colors and the wind that danced across the wilderness always seemed to carry with it a promise of change and intrigue. Autumn was the slow, sweet decay of all things green and alive, and though, to some, that might seem a sobering thought, Rebecca almost found it comforting. That day, however, Rebecca had a hard time concentrating on the way that the breeze ushered in the scent of spruce as it wove its way between the trees. She was too busy trying to stifle the anxiety that was welling up in her mi