Sleep in the Killing Field
The Unsolved Cases of Jaclyn Dowaliby & Amber Hagerman
But who can blame me--I learned early to tiptoe so they didn't know I was coming. Run as if something was chasing me. And when I tear my own hair out, I make safety nets.
I crawl from my grave in that field, with Amber's arm hanging from me. Her second mouth grimacing between her chin and shoulder blades.
Clawing to get on my knees--Amber tightens her grip.
Suddenly Jaclyn screws out of the ground, her throat in a permanent pirouette.
Her burial blanket red and cloaked.
And it was here, attached to the girls--I dragged myself home.
About the Creator
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 days ago in Poets
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