fruitless endeavor
AMY MEDINA
did you call because you missed me
or because you missed who you are with me? pretense has no purpose between two monsters unwilling to reform. it’s easy, too easy to dissolve into the darkness to give into the temptation to deliver yourself directly to evil’s doorstep. you find yourself throwing pennies into a fountain praying someone can hear your cries before you wash down the bile rising in your throat with something stronger than a wish. you bite the hand that saved you from your fruitless search for an endless high. she will never know you found it in the arms of someone else. before you slip back into the comfort of perdition don’t forget to dispose of the body of the one who will never feel the honor of a white dress in its purest form. eight months is heavy enough without the added baggage of possibility, free yourself of the name that dances on your tongue and threatens to burn your house down. |
Amy Keith is a 25 year old English Teacher in Massachusetts with aspirations to be a writer. She is continuing her studies in English Literature and Secondary Education at Bridgewater State University’s graduate program.