The First Eclipse

Your eyes remained closed

You did not utter one word

You didn’t sit up

And say, “Hey, ‘Shanie!”

And then, so suddenly,

I was falling, falling

So fast and crashed

Into the black, cold abyss,

A growing pain in my chest

As I fell deeper still

A sparkling glint caught my eye, oh!

Coins upon coins, watches,

Frames full of pictures

Painful memories flash before my eyes

Alas, the pain grows

To be so unbearable

I look upon my chest,

And through the flesh and bone,

My heart, my vulnerable, weary heart,

Had broken in two

All the pain,

All the sadness,

All the struggles

Had been

Too

Much

The tears cascaded down my face

This man, who loved me until the very moment he died,

I would never see for decades to come

“I love you, Grandpa.”

I whispered desperately,

But he did not hear

 

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Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down

The savory aroma of collard greens wafted through the kitchen. I grab a fork out of the drawer near the stove to stir the delectable greens, and – after slightly burning my hand and wrist from the steam – taste them. “Mm, not yet.” I reach up to the overhanging cupboard to shuffle through several bottles of spices before picking out one of my favorite spices, cayenne pepper. I grin as I carefully measure one tablespoon of the spicy seasoning into the large pot of greens. I stir the greens using a clean spoon from the utensils drawer and plop the lid on. It will be a while for the greens to be nice and tender, just how we like them! “Anastelle! Sophie’s here!” My mother’s sweet, southern lilted voice rang throughout the house. Continue reading “Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down”

Lilies and Roses

The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table, and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”

Dinner At Jenny’s

Sighing happily, I look upon the pot of greasy, liquidly macaroni and cheese that I made by myself, and without the house burning down this time! Scanning the counters, I quickly grab the small, plastic bottle of black pepper, and carefully screw the top off. “Jenny’s going to be so proud of me!” I grin as I pour the pepper into the mac’n’cheese, Continue reading “Dinner At Jenny’s”