I saw you, like a million particles of crystallized stardust that fell into explosion. I was impacted. Your shrapnel lodged into my soul, through my flesh, my bones, my marrow. Vibrant bits flashed like rainbow lanterns filling up opaque caverns of journeyed youth. I saw you, and had to gather myself.
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He never set out to steal her.
He wasn't the thieving kind. but somewhere in the course of eras and centuries past, it seemed to be a fate sealed certain that he would pull her away. Like young, doe-eyed children, skipping rope and squishing worms on the morning playground, they just connected. Time didn't matter. In fact, it just stopped. Folks sippin coffee, mugs and paper cups suspended in the common air they breathed. Pups in mid-stride, tails stuck to one side, with kibbled, playful tongues forever lapping up the morning dew. Seconds became golden, for just a lucky few. But time can play melancholy roles, draped in wrinkled dark cloaks on the stage of life. It can sneak up behind the bushes at dusk and set the suspension loose. He was scared. He didn't want to be a thief. She was brave. She never thought of him as such. So, escaping Time, they pulled each other away. Twenty-sixteen
rolled in like a Midnight rover, and absconded all the souls. "Give me your artistry; your bits that expanded the human element. Give me your aged beauty to tuck away in history, never to love again." Twenty-sixteen barged in like a cattle thief, and slaughtered our prized bulls and heifers, then left their bloody skins in the dusty field. "Give me the meat, I've left hide for you to eat if the scraps be cleaned. I am the reaper, harvesting year Twenty-sixteen." |
AuthorMolly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw. Categories |