August 10, 2022.
up on the top of Bradshaw mountain,
there's a wooden cross with chipped white paint
- just behind the guard rail
On it hangs noisy wind chimes,
fake flowers, and purple butterflies
A decade has went by, but I still hold my breath
- when I am forced to drive by it
I always imagine the day after it happened
- when we went to scope the scene
Enclosed by the warmth of my sister
as we tried to confront reality
My aunt told me that she did not feel any pain
- because the death was instant
but from the red stains that hadn't been wiped away
I had this funny feeling she wasn't being truthful
Many nights, I would have nightmares
- and imagine the worst of things
It got so out of hand that I began to lie to myself
and say she didn't die, she left me
It was an easier pill to swallow,
because there was still a chance
for her to show up in our driveway
and beg for forgiveness
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2022-08-10 at 15:39
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On a long, winding road -up on the top of Bradshaw mountain,
there's a wooden cross with chipped white paint
- just behind the guard rail
On it hangs noisy wind chimes,
fake flowers, and purple butterflies
A decade has went by, but I still hold my breath
- when I am forced to drive by it
I always imagine the day after it happened
- when we went to scope the scene
Enclosed by the warmth of my sister
as we tried to confront reality
My aunt told me that she did not feel any pain
- because the death was instant
but from the red stains that hadn't been wiped away
I had this funny feeling she wasn't being truthful
Many nights, I would have nightmares
- and imagine the worst of things
It got so out of hand that I began to lie to myself
and say she didn't die, she left me
It was an easier pill to swallow,
because there was still a chance
for her to show up in our driveway
and beg for forgiveness
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 277 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-08-10 at 15:39
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