Friday Night in My Home Town

Time has stretched farther than the dunkin donuts line I don’t even know my way around these back roads anymore
Fog fills my mirrors
We used to drive around these narrow roads longing to get lost
It was the only thrill we could hope for
You have to create your own frights                                    If you want to keep your pulse  in this town
So put the windows down and blast the music                       Maybe we’ll cause a public disturbance
At least we can pretend to be derelicts
Reverse drive park repeat
We only smoke on potter hill road
We think we’re pretty clever
I know lets go do donuts in the stop and shop parking lot
Remember that time we prank called the cheez it company?
We drive around the town in circles
Reverse drive park repeat
We always end up in someones basement                                                                                                  Watching re-runs of Alias
The dream of the 90s is alive in our home town

We all left for bigger cities, playing out our dreams
Now we write we sing we dance we teach we advise We learn we cook we clean we create we manage
We reminisce on the days when all we had was time to do nothing


Daily Prompt

Philomela’s Rape

He tried to silence me                                     Cut out my tongue to hide my story
He didn’t know
Women have been silent for centuries
We learn to speak
with the rest of our body
Weave stories with our hands
Cry for help with our eyes
Men are wrapped up in themselves
Women smell danger coming
They feel trouble in the wind
My sister did
She followed my scent to the woods
She squeezed me tight and
in that touch the plot began
We played our roles for you
Stayed in our rightful place
Cooked a meal to satisfy a manly hunger
We watched you eat your flesh and blood
Didn’t flinch when your screams
Shattered windows
You thought you had us
Now we are alone and you could pin me down again
You ran
Opened your eyes
Look up
My legs turned to wings
And I hum the nightingales song
As I fly into the sky

But my wings are heavier than the swallows
I can’t forget the burden you put on me
I was transformed but not saved
There is a difference
I will always have a taint to me

Growing Pains – Let it shine

I’ve been living inside a shell

Hand picked just for me
I was a little hermit
Naive and hopeful
You painted my shell
Memories and symbols in bright colors
Intended to reflect what’s on the inside

I grew to love my outer layer
It gave me comfort
Smelled just the way I liked
Hugged the corners of my pre-pubescent curves

But I am not a hermit anymore
They call me shark, scorpion
I had ecosystems waiting for me to conquer them
Strange that I should still cling to this shell
It’s not that I couldn’t feel it was two sizes too small
I thought the pressure was what kept me awake
I caught myself in the mirror
I saw my outer colors faded
This could not reflect the inside anymore

I shed my skin and stepped into the naked sun