$3.99 (poem)

2015

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As usual, I was assigned to write this for class and I'm so grateful because if my profs didn't make me write, I'd probably find other less artistic, soul-feeding things to do, like clean, vac my car, or do laundry...Ugghh! The horror! Thank God I am encouraged to write down all this random stuff in my head. I would surely go insane otherwise. Ok, I'll shut up and get to it. Enjoy!

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               $3.99

Dip me in the cold white liquid

Don't leave me too long

Or I'll fall apart

End up drifting in the water

Parts of me floating

Parts of me sinking to the bottom

They argued over me last night

I felt special until I realized

they didn't want to savor me

But wanted to use me up in one night

while they sat in front of the big box with

bright changing colors, creatures

like them talking to each other

I don't understand why they need a big plastic box for that

Doesn't that happen all around them every day?

My devourers are a strange breed

The tall one with the mustache I get caught in

Reaches for me and stares at me a little too long

It makes me feel awkward

Make a decision, man! I say to him

but he doesn't hear me

The tiny blonde one giggles as she grabs me and

my friends from our row where we've lived for months

she dips me into the deep white pool

But she drops me

I look up and see her chubby little hands

reaching, her fingers swirling, poking downwards

She needs to hurry, I'm starting to feel soft

Ahh! She plucks me out of the sweet liquid

And I travel upwards, upwards

until it gets dark

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Note: The song "Take me Out" by Franz Ferdinand came on while writing this. Just thought you should know. I thought it was appropriate because...you know what, nevermind. At ease, soldier. 

My Ears Are Bleeding (poem)

2015 - while at UCF  🎓 😄

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I love taking Creative Writing because my professors force me to write things! Yay! 

So, I was instructed to write an epistolary poem in the form of an apology and this is what happened. Enjoy.

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My Ears Are Bleeding

I'm sorry but the entire

time we were on the phone

I was making faces at you

Luckily for me, you had not heard

of FaceTime or it would have surely

been awkward

You see, you just talk too much

And I need to paint my nails

and this Hemingway book is collecting

dust but I have to know what it's about

for my Lit class

Can't you feel the strained silence?

My ears are being raped by your words

Your never ending words

Every pause gives me a quick glimmer of hope

But you start up again

Isn't your mouth dry?

Maybe you need some water

Please forgive me

I know it's mean

Please don't come over

But feel free to call whenever

Blackjack (Flash fiction - 220 words)

2015 - while at UCF 🎓😄

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Blackjack 

At precisely four o'clock in the morning last Sunday, I came into a lot of money.

Aunt Stella had been in town visiting the family for a week and she had worn out her welcome about five minutes after walking in the front door. For the life of me, I don't know why my parents insist that she stay here when she comes in town for her yearly vacation.

"There are plenty of hotels in Vegas," I tell my mother, but she rolls her eyes and purses her lips.

"We are family, Sarah." And that was the end of the discussion.

It wasn't so bad in the afternoon and evenings because Aunt Stella was at the casinos, gambling her savings away. But in the wee hours of the morning when she returned, sometimes not until six A. M., she was plastered, red lipstick smeared all over her face. She would alternate between whining and sobbing as she clattered around in the kitchen and I'd lie awake in bed upstairs, cursing her and debating whether to yell downstairs for her to shut up.

So it was no surprise last Sunday when I rolled over in bed and heard her high-pitched squeals and the noise coming from the kitchen. I'd had enough. I yanked the comforter off and trudged down the stairs. I was going to finally tell her exactly what I thought and if she didn't like it, too bad.

As soon as she saw me walk into the kitchen, she ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I tried to push her away, but even in her drunken stupor, she was strong. "It finally happened! I hit the big one!"

"Yeah, yeah, ok, Aunt Stella. How much did you win?"

She finally released me. "A hundred thousand dollars at blackjack! And I want to give half to my favorite nephew!"

Well, that changes everything.