“any friends yet?”
are the words of my mother
who is planted on the
rocking chair out front.
her fingers curl around her teacup
and she smiles like it takes
the whole world
to appear happy
even when she doesn’t have to be.
my answer is no,
no friends
no hope for
a better life without
him. he was my
best friend.
i hug my arms to myself and
step into the house.
the stiff scent of detergent
surrounds me and
makes me cringe.
my thoughts return to earlier,
do they really hate me so?
(do i deserve it?)
the six year old in me wants
to run to him
tell him everything
but the old me knows it'll
never happen.
he's gone.
i close my bedroom door behind me
the curtains drift upwards
and i go to close the window.
the stars are twinkling down
at me but
all i see is the darkness
dotted with blemishes.
my bed is cold and soft.
i try to force my eyes closed but
images reply in my mind.
wind rushing past as i ran
chest heaving,
heart pounding,
the figure before me
lit up by the city lights.
wanting to scream but
no sound comes out.
(maybe i was made to feel pain.)
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When Infinity Ends
Short Story❝ you feel infinite. what more could a human desire? ❞ in which a nameless girl wishes the stars would fall and her infinite sadness would end. © 2017 salmonskinroll
