It Hasn’t Begun (poem)
March 9, 2012
Sometimes I feel as if
Life hasn’t begun yet.
Hasn’t begun, and all the
Small joys and rewards
Will evaporate, like dew on the grass.
Sometimes I feel as if I should
Struggle for it.
As if I should struggle…
To live.
To live… life, to its fullest… capacity,
And I…
Am exhausted.
Cracked Diamond (original flash fiction)
March 9, 2012
Cracked Diamond
I had the ring in my hand. There’d been questions before and I guess I thought that the ring would just help cement things. But then I saw the guy with her through the plate-glass window of the café and knew it was not to be.
I didn’t even have the heart to confront her. At least that way I could go on pretending maybe it was all just one big misunderstanding (in my imagination at least). Maybe he was a cousin, or a long-lost brother and that embrace was a gesture of friendliness not genuine attraction.
That night, when I was sure no one was looking, I went down to the docks and had myself a good scream. The lights on the wharf flickered.
When all was said and done, I looked down into my hands.
Her diamond had cracked.
Never…Never again… I’m just not getting married, I promised myself, and slipped off into the darkness.
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