bewithyoutonight

It was a hot summer day and I was in the back seat of my brother's friend's old convertible. The two of them were sipping warm soda while I sat with my juice. I never really liked soda especially since Rusty was always spiking it with his dad's vodka. Rusty was listening to some wailing guy on the radio because Sandra had just slammed the door in his face and told him to bugger off. I found it funny but my brother Jimmy warned me that one snicker and my ass was walking itself home. So I didn't say anything, just cleared my throat when he started crying. I ignored the look Jimmy gave me in the side mirror and stared out the window. Rusty's ca

I step off the bus and took in the scene around me. I was half an hour's drive into one of the forests outside of town. Trees cup a small clearing in a wide arc. Dozens of tree houses were rooted and intertwined among the trees, spirals of steps, and dangles of rope dripping off the platform. They were linked by rope and wood bridges. . I noticed each tree house was numbered in blue. I wondered how many there were; the highest number I spotted was twenty-three. A few of the tree houses were in front of the rest, and evenly spread out from one another. For a couple minutes, I watch the activity in the trees; listen to the quiet hum of conversa

The rain is like my insides spilling out, typing the tale of my sorrow grief. Whipping lashes of the wind twisting and whirling the letter-drops pounding onto the earth. A burden it must bear. An ear that cannot drown out the howling. Piles of oblong puddles laying around, whispering over and over a nightmare that never ends, a secret that haunts the central corners of the mind. It's raining outside.