Keshia Terry
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Just a nomad wondering through this thing called life. Not lost, not found, just here enjoying all that I take in.
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Clean Slate
Cigar smoke greeted me when I opened the doors to the bar. Darkness was all I wanted, so I could hide the mascara streaks that stained my face. Earlier, I stumbled across a status change post on Facebook, “Engaged to Marcus Johnson”. Marcus Johnson, who happened to be my husband, must have forgotten to mention that his late nights and overtime was spent in another woman’s bed. I quickly began searching the house for evidence of the affair. I found nothing but a single folder tucked away amongst other folders in his filing cabinet. “PETITION FOR DIVORCE”. How could I be so blind? I felt as if a thousand needles flowed through my blood piercing every inch of me.
By Keshia Terry5 years ago in Humans
The Balance of life
Who are you? What is your purpose in life? What in the world are you doing here and why do you do the things that you do? The answer: Who the heck knows? Chances are most people go through majority of their life asking these same questions over and over again. Some people turn to religion for answers, some people drive themselves crazy wondering, and some people turn to the stars.
By Keshia Terry5 years ago in Motivation
Never Judge a Notebook By The Cover
“EVICTION NOTICE! You, Maria Milano, are hereby notified to vacate the premises…” The ominous yellow letter glared at Maria as she ascended the creaking stairs to her poverty ridden apartment. She and her son, Cameron, like so many others, had fallen victim to the plague that is the Covid19 and all that had come with it. Before now, Maria and her husband, Jacob had worked in her parent’s restaurant in Chicago. When the shutdowns happened, the somber realization hit early that the restaurant wouldn’t survive. After 54 years, they had to close. Maria and Jacob filed for unemployment, but that was a nightmare itself. After weeks with no checks in the mail, the mortgage began to pile up, the house fell into foreclosure, and they were forced to move.
By Keshia Terry5 years ago in Humans
The End
A shock to the system. That’s what it started out as. You know when you hit your elbow just right on the corner of the hardest piece of furniture in the room and an instant shock wave of pain courses through your body. It’s like that, only worse because that’s just the beginning. The first singe of fire that will slowly consume your body. The shock is the easiest part of the torture that is to follow. Then the bear comes. The one with the razor sharp nails. He stands behind you and ever so slowly grasps your chest and sinks the razors in. You can feel it shred through every layer, through the skin, through the muscle, the tendons, the bones in your rib cage. Then the real pain starts. You feel the pinch then the stab as the bear finally sinks into what he has been thirsting for; your heart. Clenching each end, locking his claws in place. Then he pulls. Not fast. No, that would be too easy. Merciful. No, with this he takes his time. He finds the utmost pleasure and joy in the torture he provides. You close your eyes and you feel each fiber of your heart being stretched and expanded far beyond their capabilities. Your heart begins to slam against your chest as it thrashes and fights to get free. There’s no escape. The blood begins to seep through the fibers and pool inside your chest. The suffocation has begun. Your lungs collapse under the pressure building inside. There’s no where to go. You gasp for every ounce of air you can achieve but drown at every attempt. The blood overflows and the faucets turn on. The only release you can achieve. But for every drop that comes crashing out of your eyes that’s one less drop of life that you have inside. You find your self praying to for it to stop. Screaming at the top of your lungs only to find that your screams are silent. There are people around, they can see you but they can’t help you, can’t understand you, they don’t know your pain. Numbness is to follow right? Wrong. My heart has stopped beating, my blood has all poured out, but the pain remains. Why? That’s the thing about hell. Its designed for the ultimate torture. You say if I can just make it through the day, tomorrow will be better. Then tomorrow comes and somehow you find yourself in the same forest, with the same bear, wearing the same clothes. Tomorrow has become yesterday. Day after day your doomed to relive the torture of the day before. And you die. Only you’re not dead. But your world is. No, you are still alive to endure painful day after painful day. For what? Why don’t you take me? What is the purpose in my torture? What was my crime? Love? Was it worth it? To give all of yourself only to be left with agony in return? You build so much not to find happiness as you thought but to build your own chamber so that at every turn, every sound, every moment and every breath you are left to be struck by the unyielding knowledge of what you want more than anything but you will never have. You tell yourself to get up, fight back. Blow after blow with your hands bound behind you. You’re Defenseless. Then when you think it cant get any worse, that person returns the one who you gave your soul to, the one you think is your savior, your hero. You breathe a sigh of relief in thinking your saved and at that moment you close your eyes and exhale not realizing that your hero has just placed a metal spiked ball in your chest. It begins to rotate shredding what’s left of your heart into the finest specks of sand. You are reduced to nothing. Nothing matters. Nothing is left. Just pain and emptiness. That’s how it ends.
By Keshia Terry5 years ago in Poets
