Ericka Buie

Vindictive Burial Ground

There it was all laid out, the past, present and future. All jumbled in the mind, expressed in broken sentences, fragmented thoughts and jagged actions. She sat there with wide tired eyes with a pierced mouth repeating the same thing over and over again like she couldn't quite believe what she was saying or believe what she saw. It all came together like a mystery movie. Clues and images clicking together in her head to form one big picture. Sound bites of words spoken creating a melody, creating a sound track, to her life.