The Sun
Lacey was the center of attention, filled with agony, broken by strong currents, just like the sun.
Prompt: 'Wait for me at the horizon'
I haven't seen lacey so filled with agony since the summer of 2016.
Her long dress was marked as the victim,
As she tripped over and broke the barriers to Heidi's hell room.
Heidi never told us, nor fire nor water.
That she was a glass that was broken by strong currents of hatred and light fading grief.
Lacey stood there as she entered the realm,
Her hands tightly holding the ends of her dress. And the small creature at the back screeched with every drop of poison making its way inside Heidi's bones the size of crystals.
Lacey was never the same again. She got out of the room with nothing but her dignity and Heidi swore to never leave, but what she saw was Heidi's grave.
Lacey entered the room with her marked dress, deaf to the enthusiasm that has originated from her presence, she walked all the way to the end of the room and back again,
Lacey had gone crazy. And nobody knew why.
Lacey had not looked up for 15 minutes and when she did her eyes, oh, her eyes were just the same blue as Heidi's.
Lacey looked at me as I held her and she told me, 'I saw the hellroom, Heidi's gone.'
But I told her, 'It's alright Lace, it's alright. She told me she'll wait for you at the horizon, with a car and blanket for you to stay the night.'
Hi,
I’ve been having a long week with studies and life in general, I was too tired and lazy to read or write anything. Regardless, I’ve felt I’m back in the present when i picked the book I’ve been reading - “Turtles all the way down” by John Green. Yeah it seems like I am always reading one of his books, they just speak to me you know. It's just filled with a lot of me and some of me and it’s just nice to read a book that knows there’s life beyond being a cool high schooler. There are real problems in the world. So i was reading a chapter and i felt like going through my poems, i found this one, i really can’t remember what made me write this, but whatever it was i hope you like what i write as much as i do even if it doesn’t make sense, well it does to me and that’s all that matters. It doesn’t always have to make sense to everyone, to be completely honest i don’t even remember why or when i wrote this, i just..i am very dramatic and a literature fanatic and just art in general, but when i wrote it, it made sense to me. That’s what i like about time and paper. You jot your ideas and thoughts down in a software and you can go back to that and think how exceedingly glorious it is to live.
Love,
Impromptu Author of this page.