Traveling Soulhe had taken the sky awaywhen his breath had given out...only spout out tiny little black plasticsa spiraling cloud of dust curled out of his mouththat was all he gotthat was all that was left.his skin deflated shortly,leaving a pile of person behind,a pile of forgets and next-timesmaybe next time.His street-lamp scarf was twisted around his bony neck,a loose string when he left.it harvested a memory of latersand sometimessometimes he would feel strong.sometimes he'd give up and drift"wherever the wind and time takes me."an urge to travel but no feet to walk.in his departure of soul he left his shoes,a pair of graying socks with a hole characteristically onhis big toe.inside remember me's were hiding when he left,and some betters.one day he'll get better. if he forgets, maybe next time. later. sometimes he'd think about traveling when the wind wouldn't blow. "remember me, i'll get better"and there he will go.
I'm ImportantI am theI am the big chunk and hunk of, well --Maybe you call me furnitureMaybe you call me a fridge--Either way, I'm important.I hold the turkey inside my body keeping it cold, chilled, thawed out,I hold the cherry salad and the pumpkin pie you so cleverly boughtFrom a store, to stuff inside of me until you eat it it it eat itUp.I smell the avocado bisque, topped with cilantroI smell the shrimp pasta youSavedtoeatfortomorrow.I hear the glurging bubbling gush of the pot pot pot boilingwat wat water.Boiling water for your meal.You open up up up my insidesExtracting my juices, my fluids, my lungs.My organs are your meal. You eat it it it eat itUp.I hope you're satisfied.Because I hear the machine, half my body, I hear it it it hear itChugga Chuging ice icy ice down down dowwnnnIt crunches down the spine, down the tubey tube to your glassChinking tinking, hitting the cup.I see you slurping, gulping, smacking your lips then, moreSlurping.You drink drink, ye
At the SunI used to be afraid of fire embers. I was scared they'd catch my hair on fire.I was afraid of candles. The wick would wilt, the flame drooping. It didn't look like it would hold.I was afraid of meteor showers."Daddy, are those fires?""No, they're meteors.""Will they catch the world on fire?""No, silly."I imagined one landing in front of us, a swift crash pulling back our hair. I could see the flames, yellow and orange, bursts of light blue and violet. All of it a flickering reflection in my tiny green eyes.I could also see it lighting my hair on fire."They're only as big as grains of sand."The dust of outer space.My sister told me there were stars even in the day time. I didn't believe her."The sun is just too bright, you can't see them."I thought, the sun is so brilliant then.I mean, in ancient times scientists thought the sun no bigger than Greece. And yet they basked in its warmth, its light illuminating the planet. How could something so little hold so much power?I w
Zombie HighAlexSO THERE I was, separated from the rest of the theater tech class in the midst of the chaos. Bill had taken charge, as always, and told everyone to take their ID bracelets off. Clever, though it was still hard to differentiate between the mental zombie freaks and the high school zombie freaks. Didn't matter to me of course because I didn't mind killing an innocent person or two. I mean, they're zombies. They've all got to go, student or not. The mentals had bracelets too, thicker and clunkier in my opinion. Wouldn't do much to get rid of ours, but whatever. I stampeded through the blood-filled hallways looking for the theater kids. No sign of them. You'd know if they were coming, what with their blowtorches and battle cries. I crept slowly along the lockers and spotted a few swaying figures. My hands tightened around the hammer I had quickly acquired while escaping the classroom. Three of them all in a huddled group by the wat