Creative writing – Page 4

the beauty of insects

the grasshopper
poised
slender wrists

ready to attack

she viciously rips off the head of her mate.

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I inhale
hold my breath

remember to breathe
let go

will we make it?

the plane takes off
my stomach drops
I am free.

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it runs down my hand
and I lean down quickly
to lick the drip.

you laugh
as I try remain dignified.

we sit on the sidewalk
and nothing else matters.

he asks her
as they sit across from one another
at the cafe

when can speech be silent?

and she laughs
at his philosophy

when you think,
but it doesn’t make it out of your mouth.

feel the softness

feel the love we once had
feel the stabbing pain in my heart
feel.

muggy day
I breath in
your car
exhaust

biking

sweat drips
down my back

I am late.

the base boards sparkle
and I am in love
with my new house

clean
open
fresh
inviting
spacious

my arm is sore.
my mind is clear.

do I want them?
or do I want my free bird life?

flitting from interest
to delight
to out late again

babies
bring out a side of me
unseen.

comes only
at midnight

dead on the road
smell
seeps
into the car.

and why is it that we are sadder when we see a dead cat?

skunks
look at his eye lashes!
they’re so beautiful!

I try to tell him to stay back
too late.