This is an actual stream of conciousness type write. With inspiration also drawn from the photo for Fandango’s flash fiction challenge. Music: All Them Witches – Lost and Found EP (can be found here on youtube if interested)
Victoria_Borodinova at Pixabay
When I was a kid I liked to imagine my life somewhere exotic, in times and places far away.
I was Esmeralda, dancing in the hot breeze. I was Ariel, venturing beyond the realm of known. I was a power ranger, saving the world one swipe and swoosh at a time.
I was anything and everything: a paper bag carrying Superman’s groceries; a walking stick leading a great adventure.
I was taught, and well it seems, that I was only an accessory.
I was a compliment and a burden.
I was helpless when all I wanted was to be a hero.
I was worthless, a string of fake pearls snatched from Ms. Scarlett’s neck.
I was scattered, a faded news piece, irrelevant before my ink dried.
But all I dreamed was of being a hero, of saving the world one crisis at a time.
And maybe on the weekends I could still be Esmeralda, dancing under the moon.
This is everything Life was meant to be
What an amazing coincidence.
That I’d be standing here when lightning struck.
Sure, it stings a little at first but the results?
It turned me into a multifaceted shimmering disco ball of flame.
I’m Glinda the good witch if she were slightly
Which I think we could argue she was …
But I can’t concentrate on these things right now.
It’s getting hard to breathe.
And I’m coming apart at the seams.
My heart is falling out of my chest.
I try to find my grateful bones
Buried in the yard.
Mother said not to cut my nose off
But I think I look better without it.
She never mentioned my fingers,
They crumble as I dig.
The passage of time
Of lines in the road
Or trees on the horizon
Or years gliding
Through dim tunnels
And dark underbrush
How far we travel
How far we’ve come
(I will never not mention this song when given the chance)
Is this what becomes of us?
Today freezing rain
Tomorrow a summer breeze
Wind blows along the stream
Rustling thickets Driving rain
I exist at the funeral
But I float above Searching For the right combination The moment you walked away
I try to redirect you
With empty threats And promises of gold
As with most things
There’s something here.
I can feel it seething just below
Writhing and hissing and trying to throw me off
Passing fear is replaced with adrenaline
I grab handfuls of smoke
But it curls between my knuckles
Escaping into the void
I know it’s not vicious
Those gnashing jaws and underbelly growls
It’s all for show
They gave me one wish.
I didn’t have to think at all.
I leaned in to the candles and blew
Sending my wish flying
Out the window
Into the sky
Where I have no doubt
It tumbled to the ground
Landing at your feet
As no more than a whisper
For you to care
It nestled into you
Carving space in your soul
A silent uprising
An unsettled toll
Still you moved on
Unswayed by the thought
And in my dreams
I miss you is too simple
For the way my heart needs yours
We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.
Originally posted Nov 5, 2017