Songs rang through the night, raising everyone’s spirits
It made the darkness come alive with magical moments
No one was ever going to forget it for the rest of their lives
Given that the ghosts were slaughtering all those that lived, their memories didn’t have to last for long.
So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to
How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life
If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun
F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance
The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle
Bounding the dunes without a care in the world
Under the glittering stars high above
Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world
Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me
Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Cutting out moments in time
Licking and sticking them into her memory
It made her happy collating all of them
Putting the rest of the dross in the recycle bin
Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young
Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box
Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again
Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns
Energized knowing she is living her best life
Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …
Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t
Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct
Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?
Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money
Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?
Finding that there are two ways to go from here
Only can pick one branch to travel down
Reality was she didn’t feel ready to choose a path
Knowing that, she sat there and contemplated the…
Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
The storm crashed through the valley
Heaving tree branches and debris to-and-fro
Until there seemed to a charged pause
Negative particles madly dash from sky to ground
Determined to find a place to rest
Except that outbreak from the heavens causes heated air to flee the scene
Resulting in colder air to rush in and clap at the drama of it all
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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